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Guzma x Bug Catcher Reader

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BUGS BUGS BUGS BUGS BUGS

Pokemon: Illumise, Rabsca, Beedrill

Hunting: Paras (Shiny)

(She/Her, Pronouns)

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Stepping off the old yet reliable faerie from MeleMele to Akala, the fresh ocean breeze was no different here as it was to all the other islands. When you first touched down on that plane from Paldea, you'd never known an ocean breeze like this one. Looking up into the sky you couldn't believe it could get any bluer. Looking beyond the horizon the ocean and sky seemed to blur into one. Only the occasional breaching Mantine would break the illusion. You've traveled to many regions before but to say Alola wasn't the prettiest would be an understatement.

Sure you brought along your tourist flare. You tend to travel light only bringing what you deemed necessary for success. What was that success? Bug competitions of course! Oh sure some may deem it dull and boring to center an entire competition on one type but you wouldn't have it any other way! Bugs rule and they've been your trusty companions for all these years. They are the reason you have opportunities to leave your Paldean home in the first place. Being the top Bug collector in your class all those year back, made winning bug competitions a breeze. Not only that but the amount of overseas programs and study opportunities made it easier for your parents to understand why you decdicated your life to these strange critters.

Well nearly a decade later and halfway into your twenties and your love for this sport has never dulled or faded. Now rocking a strong team a three of the best bugs you could ever hope for, wherever competition goes, you follow. However, this year seems different. This year feels mysterious, yet exciting! Alola, the region full of new opportunities. A new League, new battle tree, new everything! Having been a reigning champion of the bug competitions you've been personally invited by the Bug Enthusiasts Corp. International to help establish a bug type contest here! You couldn't have been happier, yet you still needed to prove not only to them but to yourself that you still have what it takes to hold the title of best bug trainer around. Competition had been growing stronger year after year since younger crowds like to try and take the title for themselves. If you and your Pokemon still want to sit comfortably on your throne you're going to have to shake it up a bit.

With a spring in your step and heart full of determination, you make your way towards the best spot for bugs to flourish. Pushing past the heavy streets of HaeHae city, and into the vibrant green of the Alolan wilds you eventually make your way into the dense and Pokemon filled Lush Jungle.

Okay so maybe rushing into unknown territory wasn't the smartest idea. You've decided to send out your beedrill for some much needed assistance. Not because they're any better at navigating this forest then you are but noticing all these strange new Pokemon was causing knots to form in your stomach. You knew better to judge a book by it's cover. These tiny glowing mushrooms and floating living leis may look cute and innocent but you weren't willing to take any chances. You needed to have your beedrill all bright eyed and bushy tailed if you had any chance at capturing your golden ticket for securing this years first place! You were hunting for Paras.

Pushing past the leaves and vines your feet pounded on the jungle floor with heavy steps. The heat was starting to get to you. Not to mention you had little luck with avoiding wild Pokemon the more you trekked through this jungle. Luckily you were wrong about the mushrooms and Leis you discovered were called Morelulls and Comfeys by passing trainers. These guys kept to themselves and didn't bother picking a fight with your beedrill. However the much smaller and way more fiestier mantis Pokemon were starting to cause problems. Your Beedrill didn't have any struggles battling them but its seems like one after the other would just pop out the bushes to pick a fight with her! It's starting to piss you off!

"AUGHH! YOU STUPID LITTLE PISS MANTIS'S I LOVE ME SOME BUGS AS MUCH AS THE NEXT BUG ENTHUSIASTS BUT YOUR STARTING TO BUG THE FUCK OUT OF ME!!!! SO DO ME A FAVOR AND BUZZ OFF LIKE THE PESTS YOU ARE!"

There's that fiery temper. It's what made you a perfect companion for Beedrill. It's probably what made you win half your contests. With a few threatening jabs from Beedrill and you mean mugging these tiny pink mantis's they eventually took the hint and scattered back into their dens. You breathed a sigh of relief only to be chewed out by a very gruff and very angry voice past all the foliage.

"Hey YOU! Tourist girl! Shut your damn mouth already! Its way to damn early in the morning for your hootin' and hollerin'!"

With a whip of your head you turn around to face off a tall man with a peculiar sense of style. Although he called you a tourist, home boy over here didn't fit the bill for a local either. You could tell that this man was massive even with his slouched shoulders. Honestly they gave him an even more intimidating posture. His hair was as white as snow yet underneath was a pitch black undercut. His eyes were a deep grey with hints of purple eyeshadow around it giving him his dead eye stare an even deeper look to them. His outfit matched his demeanor, black, black and more black. You've never seen such a brooding style since your punk phase back in school. Only peaks of white helped to break up the overall look, not to mention the giant Red Cross on his backside. Was this some sort of underground band you've never heard of? Shaking off any more thoughts you could only assume he was indeed a local. How else could someone where that much black and not die of heatstroke! In the humid jungle no less. Still though his comments pissed you off and you felt as if there was no choice but to chew him out for it!

"Oh yeah big shot! What makes you so sure I'm some tourist or something?!" You say storming up to him with your beedrill following suit.

The man couldn't help but roll his eyes. He swore that if he could, they'd roll as far back into his head as possible just to avoid giving you the time of day. He was holding a basket full of flowers and plants. A lot of berries and root vegetables were among the pile, and it seemed as if he had no intentions of stopping what he was doing just to talk to you. But something deep down inside of him couldn't stop him from jabbing back at you either.

"Again with the yelling, Arceus fuck lady. . . for starters *he picks some more roots* no local is stupid enough to enter this jungle, this far out, unless they know what they're getting themselves into. And two *He picks some more* those "pests" as you call them. . haha yeah right, the local babies even know that those are no bugs sweetheart. There grass types." He says facing you head on this time. His face mere inches away from yours.

Feeling flustered and embarrassed as all hell, you didn't want this slip up to cause you to turn with your tail between your legs. You were on a hunt. A mission! Tsk so what you were just another dumb tourist to this guy! Big whoop! You've survived traveling for this long you just need to keep on keeping on! And all will be well, but some extra expertise can go a long way.

"Soooo does that mean you wanna help a girl out?"

The man could only stop dead in his tracks before maniacally laughing to himself.

"Hahahahaha and what the fresh fuck makes you think I wanna do that?"

And there he goes again. The big tough guy himself getting all up in your personal space. His larger than life form practically shrouding the sun above you. His grin was frightening but in a somewhat attractive way. Almost to say "don't push your luck". Not wanting to back down, with your own pride, you lean into him. Your face almost touching his as your eyes do all the talking. You stare deep into him and you can feel a sense of uncomfort from his end too. You guess that this isn't the normal response people give to a guy like him. But eventually you cave. You don't exactly slump back but, you give up this psudo staring contest so that you can go back to what you were doing. Which was, getting yourself more lost in this forest.

Turning to walk away his voice actually calls out to you. "And where the fuck do you think your going?"

Shocked you didn't expect him to give a shit. "Ummm going to go back to my own thing? What about you?"

He tried to seem as if he didn't care, but his demeanor said otherwise. He had dropped the basket he was holding, as his body shuffled ever so subtly towards your own. "Tsk and get even more lost?"

"Afraid so? Unless you wanna help me" you cheekily grin.

He grumbles annoyed "yeah right . . . your funeral"

"Mhmm . . yep! Guess so . . andddd that'll be on you? I guess? Kinda!"

He laughs a bit more but not in the pleasant way "And why's that?"

"Oh you know. . . have me be the last person you talk to. I die and when the police ask for wtf happened they can just pin a part of this on you for not wanting to help me." Okay so to be fair not your most sound argument. . m actually it held no merit but damn were you desperate. He was the only other fool to be out here in this jungle and was probably going to be your only shot at help for miles. If he was here then other locals might be even a harder catch at trying to convince them to help you on your bug journey. Andddd a bit of you was intrigued by this guys overall swagger and cocky attitude. It's been a while since you've found even a small ounce of interest in another person.

A deep sigh escaped his lips as he contemplated your words. You weren't entirely sure if they had any effect on him. That is until he covers his basket and hoists it over hus shoulders as he puts both of his hands back into his pockets. Walking up to you he finally speaks out.

"Listen here! I am only doing this because honestly I am not entirely keen on picking weeds all afternoon for that *he grumbles quietly* kahuna and kahuna squirt. However, if I help you do whatever the fuck, does that mean you will leave me alone and you get out of this jungle?"

You don't sit on his words long. To focused on being happy that he's actually offering you help. "Yes! 10000% yes! Whatever! You help me, and then you go back to your forging!"

Walking up to your side he stands idle until you tell him what exactly he needs to do in order to help you.

"Well if you must know what I'm doing in this jungle I am trying to find me a Paras! So where to my knight and shining sweatpants!"

With another deep eyeroll, it was only then in that moment that it hit him. Did you say Paras?

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Walking deeper into the thicket, the two of you eventually found a secluded spot that was supposed to home a lot of wild Paras.

"Say . . .uh I don't think I caught your name back there"

"Whats it to ya?" The man bit back defensively

"Fine! Whatevs don't tell me and stay being elusive. My name is (Y/N) and your out here helping me find a Paras because . ."

"Because??" He cuts you off.

"Because! . . . because of the bug contest of course!?'

Now this cause his attention. He wasn't too shocked when he saw your beedrill. He hated to admit it but, bugs are a lot easier to come across then most other types. It's no shock that any trainer would have at least one bug type to their name. But you? You were actually dead serious on being a bug type trainer?

"You're kiddin' right?"

No response on your end, except for the same confused stare.

"No shit?"

Typical, or so you thought. This was normaly the response people gave when you mentioned your bug companions and your love for them. "Bugs are so weak" they say. "Bugs are so gross" they thought. And so your feisty nature struck again but for your bug babies it was worth it.

"Oh yeah? You got a damn problem with that? What are you some bug hater? Look I appreciate the help thus far but if this is going to be a problem for you then you can just leave me al . . ."

"Now wait a minute I didn't mean it like that. . . just wasn't expecting that alright"

"And why's that?"

Now you've done it. You had a tendency to push people to their limits. Your shocked no ones fought you over it, but today might be the day your lucks run dry. With a grimace in his eyes, and the same devilishly attractive smirk you can feel him closing in on you. Backing you up against a tree you see no sign of escaping him.

"Because the names Guzma. The hated boss you beats you down, and beats you down and never gives up."

Throwing two Pokeballs behind him, his Pokemon were just as intimidating as he was. One bright red scizor, and a huge hulking Golisopod.

"Just for the record if you're real serious about this whole 'contest thing' or whatever can't really be all that much of a contest if they let scrubs like you enter."

"Now wait a damn minute, shouldn't a bug guy like yourself at least think that this is cool?!?"

"What's so damn fun about some bug beauty pageant?"

Damn you wanted to clobber this guy! What was his deal? This sure was a first alright.

"Well Guzma. . uh. . hm . you know! Hey! It's . .it's not JUST beauty. You'd think a bug trainer would at least know that much."

"Again, don't give a fuck about shit like that. And I don't need to be into contests to love bugs. Aren't all those contests over seas anyways?

"And AGAIN like I said I am here for Paras, to join this years bug contest. In THIS region. Beauty isn't everything wise guy. I'll have you know that my Beedrill won best Stingers and the toughness categories three years in a row back in Paldea. Not to mention they were runner up four years after that in both Kanto and Johto!" Your Beedrill beams with delight behind you. "And yeah so what I entered my Illumise for the beauty but it was their beautiful glowing personality that helped me secure top spot five years in a row, across both Paldea and the Hoenn region. And if you think thats not all well wait until you see my Rabsca who secured runner up spot for seven consecutive years and two years first place for largest ball roll! . . . See Impressive ain't it?"

" . . . Arceus you're more pathetic then I thought"

His blunt response was expected but damn dude not even a little bit impressed? And from a bug type trainer no less. Well you couldn't deny that words hurt, and you could guess he felt a little guilty for it too. His face became a few shades pinker as he averted your gaze. You were currently a bumbling mess unsure of how to respond to his comment.

"i . . uh . .wuh . well . .hu m Well if you're so quick to judge m . hy why don't you join then!"

"What! Fat chance."

"B . but why not?"

"I don't care what categories there are . .I mm . it's stupid . .why waste my time"

This confused you. Guzma was so ready to criticize the competition as if he implied he'd easily win, yet when presented the opportunity to go for it, he'd throw it away?

"Well yeah? I'm sure you'd win! I'm mean you got two great bugs right here! Why don't you ask them if they want to join!"

You could tell Guzma was hiding something. Well besides his already elusive personality, this time it seemed different. Like as if competitions scared him.

"Tsk yeah sure! . . lets get my golisopod all dolled up!" Turning his head back you guess he wasn't expecting his Golisopod to actually seem happy to want to do that. "What!?"

You only giggled.

"Whats so funny?"

"Well it seems that bug boss here doesn't understand his bugs as well as he thought. And no . . you don't need to "doll him up". Your golisopod would make an excellent contender in all sorts of categories. Strength, speed, claw size, height, weight, heavy lifting, and even battling! And your scizor too of course! But he might actually fair in beauty as well. That shiny red is actually very pleasant to look at! I haven't seen a brighter red in ages! Thats a sign that it's had a healthy diet and wonderful trainer that takes good care of him."

Guzma's blush only deepened in red the more you kept complimenting his crew. His hand krept up to his face to try and hide his embarrassment.

"Sh Shut up already . . . god . . that doesn't change anything. . I still don't get the point in all of it."

You didn't get it. You just didn't get why this guy was being so stubborn. Again you did your best to explain why bug contests were fun and amazing but your words feel on death ears. The more you talked the less you became positive in your own words too.

"*Sighing* Look, I . . I don't want to dim your sparkle or anything (Y/N) but . . hmm . . whatever. Keep doing these bug showcases or whatever, but there is no need to drag me into it."

"Okay."

Looking around Guzma noticed the changing colors thay danced across the sky. Night was approaching, and that meant it was time to leave.

"Sorry, guess you'll just need to catch this Paras another day. Lets get back to town."

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Day in and day out.

Day in and day out.

Day in and day out.

What used to be a monotonous monlouge that made Guzma question why he was trying so hard, became an interesting event everytime he saw you. His glory days were done, now turned into an errand boy for all the people he wronged the happy go lucky attitudes were something he was taking forever to get used to. It didn't help that his "street cred" was effectively flushed down the toilet all in thanks to that island Kahuna, and his probation officer Nanu. However seeing you trek back into that forest, day in and day out gave him something to look forward to when he woke up, and when he fell back asleep.

"You know staring at her isn't going to make you look any better. If you want people to like you Guzma you can start by being less of this mysterious weirdo."

A rough girly voice broke Guzma out of his trance. Forest green hair, and a ladle in her hand coming out of the kitchen to talk up the Ex-Gang leader was none other than Mallow. One of the many people on Guzma's "annoying pipsqueaks" list, and who just ao happened to be one of the many people he was supposed to "pay back" for his crimes.

With his usual agitated tone Guzma barked out a "shut your mouth kid." While he proceeded to go back to helping carry crates of berries off of her Fathers truck.

"Hmpf! Well if your gonna keep that attitude of yours, tou can at least say please" Mallow said back to him hands on her sides to try and size him up. Truth be told a lot of the island kahunas and their trial captains had mixed opinions on letting Guzma rewrite his wrongs. Even Guzma wasn't too keen on changing his ways, if that attitude was any indication of the situation. Most of his "help" was forced by Hala who insisted on everyone deserving a second chance. Which ment being an errand boy. Which ment being on each island helping out on whatever people asked Guzma to help with. Which ment uploading berries off a truck and being scolded by a child of all things. In a way Guzma was starting to miss the interaction that he had with you. At least you couldn't treat him like a child on time out. At least you didn't have to begrudgingly accept his presence. This was something Mallow noticed too.

"Like I said Guz!"

"Don't call me that!"

"Ugh! GUZMA! Like I said Guzma. Just go talk to her. I'm not sure who this mystery woman is to you but she must be super duper important if she's caught your eye like that."

Although Mallow was half teasing, she was right. But even still, Guzma could just not understand. He just couldn't get it. Why you tried so hard. Why you bothered going back into that forest only to leave empty handed each time. He could see it in your eyes, your worry, your desperation. It was starting to weigh on you. If it were him, he would jave cut his losses a while back. Stuck with what worked for him. Stuck with something that out him on top easily and would make sure to stay on top. In a way your endless efforts were starting to both worry him, and piss him off.

Waking up the next morning and heading outside, Guzma saw you trail up that hill. You were heading to the forest, as always, day in and day out. Or so you thought. When the booming voice of Guzma rang across the open you didnt expect him to want to talk to you again.

"Hey! Uhh? . . (Y/N) was it? Can't you just give this whole thing a rest? Or better yet throw in the towel and just go home? You clearly haven't been so lucky in your pursuit so why not just call it quits and save yourself the hassle of waking up at the crack of stupid to keep on getting disappointed."

"Tsk?!! So what?!! Haha you suddenly care? Listen man I don't need your concern! I can handle myself BY myself!? So buzz off already!"

Looking into your eyes was like staring back at an oh so familiar face in the mirror. That glare, that clencher jaw. You were breaking.

"Ack well. . . shit look I'm just saying"

"Just saying?!! Just SAYING?! FUCK that's all everyone does huh? Just blabber on without thinking well news fucking flash words hurt and I am sick! OH I AM SICK, of people telling me what I can and can't do! What I should and shouldn't be doing! Arceus! Just stay out of this! You clearly didn't like helping me the first time so why bother offering unwanted help this time?!!

Guzma's own tempre was starting to peak through too. You were so annoying, yet so desperately what Guzma wish he could have been. Someone who didn't give up. . . someone who didn't have to succumb to his current fate.

"Augh Fine! Keep fucking off into that forest! But could you at least give some better answer than just pure interest? Like there's gotta be a better reason . ?

"And why the fuck do you care?!? Why . why does everyone seem to give so much of a fuck about what I DO? . . It's always the same isn't it?

Guzma had done it again. Destroy. . destroy everything he comes into contact with. Your face had given up. Your eyes started to water.

"Anywhere I go it's always the same punk asses like you trying to control me? Find a reason? As if I needed to humor you. And still words cut deep okay. . . you wanna know the reason so bad? You want your damn answer!! Well this lady needs her Paras because this year will be my last. My last moment to shine! My last moment to prove all you people wrong!!! Sure I haven't been the shining star that I was when I was younger but I know I still have it in me! I know THEY still have what it takes to win! And if I get my Paras then all of this will be secured in the bag for me! And I can finally retire on a high note. When I become head of the conservation unit for this regions International Bug Corp. Conservation and Research Facility I want people to see that I know what I a doing. I want people to trust in MY and MY teams abilities."

With tears in your eyes you turn away from Guzma, who seems to be just as upset and frustrated with himself as you are. Guilt was danced all across his face as you turned your way back down the hill. You didn't feel up for hunting today, and Guzma wasn't feeling is usually tough guy appearance either. Another sleepless night approached Guzma as your words to him echoed in his mind. . . Guzma what was wrong with you? Guzma . . . he had to make it up to you. . . he couldn't keep going on like this.

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As the rain showered down across the region, the summer time brought high winds and thunderstorms from across the ocean. Any normal tourist would be too frightened to even step outside in a drizzle. Any local was too smart enough to realize the rain wasn't letting up anytime soon. But not you. You with your stubborn attitude. You and your neglient persistence. You with your fiery determination. You treked up that hill with mud caked boots. Your own Pokemon were too afraid to show themselves. But you couldn't stop. With the contest approaching you NEEDED to have that Paras with you. The Paras of Lush Jungle with their Pale yet beautiful hues. Unlike the Paras in Kanto these Bug were smaller but prettier or so you thought. Unlike their bright orange counterparts, their diet of Alolan berries made Paras here a lot softer in color. Almost like baby pastel. Those Paras were your tickets to success. Those Paras were the reason why you needed to be stupid enough to risk your life for them. But . . . would they be enough. Arceus you begged with all your might that they would be enough. Just one, just one was all you needed.

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The storm raged on as the small motel TV flashed warning signs of the storm turning harsher as the afternoon approached. Golisopod was even a bit startled as lighting and thunder boomed from the distant shore.

"Tsk hehe . .you really scared? Huh? Seriously bud this ain't nothing from what we were used to back in Po Town. At least the rain makes for a nice change of scenery. Don't have to worry 'bout looking out the window and seein' a herd of lil pipsqueaks and their island badges hanging around."

Golisopod although tough on the inside was still a big ol softy on the outside. Cuddling up to his trainer, Guzma couldn't help but smile and pat his side reassuringly.

"Tell you what, you'd have to be some idiot to try and do anything outside today."

Well, some idot you were. With a crash and a bang the world outside took a turn for the worst. As Guzma sprawled across his motel bed flickering through TV stations all blaring the same doomsday warnings Golisopod would be the one to spot one very peculiar bug flying about. With enough puring and tapping on the glass, Guzma tool the hint.

"Whatcha doin'? I already said thunder is something your used to. Hey what the fu..?"

It was an Illumise, your Illumise. Her tiny body was trying to fight the wind as she zipped around Mallow's family restaurant that was across the street from the motel. Her body was in rough shape, but still she persisted. She kept hovering around one particular spot thag normally was taken space by one big Golisopod and his large trainer too.

Opening his motel door was already enough to bring in a flood of rain, but in that moment Guzma was more concerned about you than anything else.

"Hey *he whistles to Illumise* Hey You! Yeah you lil lady? Whatcha doin'? Where's (Y/N)?"

When your Illumise spotted Guzma she dove for his room causing him to tumble back onto the bed. Now inside Illumise did her best to shake of the rain. There was no time for sitting, she buzzed all across the room and it was Golisopod who was able to grab her still so she could calm down.

"Shh shh hey uhh it's okay? You doin' alright?"

Illumise nodded but sprang back into action as she pulled lightly on Guzma's jacket to lead him outside.

"Woah woah woah? You nuts? Its pouring outside! I ain't going out unless you think I got nuts for brains . . . . *sigh* . . and let me fucking guess. . (Y/N)'s the nuts for brains."

With a sigh and nod Guzma knew that if Illumise was out here asking him of all people for help that ment you were in heaps of shit. He just hoped that he wasn't too late.

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Deep in the heart of the jungle, not a Pokemon nor trainer was out this deep in such weather which ment tracking you down was easier than anticipated. Though the rain was still an annoyance, and Guzma was beyond soaked but when he found your body latching onto a tree you didn't look any better. When Illumise spotted you she flew back to your side and it was only then when you realized she had brought back help.

"He . hey? Where'd you run . . oh ."

With Guzma hovering over you, his grey eyes staring into yours but this time they held a bit of softness to them. Whether he intended to or not Guzma was acting as a better shield to the elements then the leaves were. It was only then did you manage to speak up.

"Look . . . I . .I'm sorry!! You were right Guzma . .this whole thing *thunder clapped* ack!! It's .  I was being stupid! I AM STUPID! I got you dragged into this again . . and for what? . .I .

Tears were starting to form again only this time they didn't touch ground. A rough yet warm hand whipped them away as Guzma brought you closer to his side.

"Hey m . *blushes* .  you're shakin' like a leaf. Hehe . . lets just . go find shelter. Wouldn't want you catching a cold."

Making it inside a nearby cave, Guzma was trying his best to rub of the rain and mud that had found home on your face and hair.

" mmphh . . .Guz . .Guzma . .mmhp yer jacket. .  . ibs . .ibs all wet mmph and . . dirty .now. . . sorry"

"Tsk yeah yeah whatever. . I'll just get that old Kahuna to do somethin' 'bout it. Haha that's what a washer and dryers for. Now um . .yeah 'bout that whole apology. . it . . it's not you who should be saying it."

Blushing and rubbing the back of his wet moppy hair Guzma was struggling to say the right things.

"It's okay! . . I . I get what you're trying to say Guzma."

"Shit. .haha m yeah . .  sorry  .. i really really mean it. For real! It's just!

"Not something you're used to doin'?"

"Hahah fuck yeah! Yeah uh . .yeah."

Sitting closer to him you still can't help but let it all out. Apologies, some tears, anything. You've yearned for this. For someone to finally talk to. For someone to finally care.

"Still Guzma. . . I am sorry too. I know I haven't been the easiest person to deal with. And I guess you more then deserve an explanation for dragging yourself out here. Listen I was never in this for the money. Not even the fame. When I say I love my bugs, I really mean it! Back in Paldea, back with my parents, My Grandma had moved from Kanto to there and met my Grandpa. There they obviously had my parents, who in turn had me. When I was five years old, barely even old enough to remember, my grandma had gotten me a gift. A small baby weedle. I felt like the luckiest girl in the world and took in weedle, soon turned Kakuna to me everywhere. To school and all my classes, and I became pretty popular when she evolved into Beedrill. It was right around when I was 17, when my school was hosting its annual scavanger hunt, did I really let my bug enthusiasm show. For my project I wanted to do something obviously centered around bugs and that year they were hosting an exchange program, where other schools from across different regions had the opportunity to help us with our project. Well I ended up teaming up with this one kid named George who taught me all about bug contests from Johto, and I knew thats exactly what I wanted to do."

"And .. And this George kid helped you out like that? Is that why your traveling now and ended up here?"

"Huh yeah right. . sure. . thats the simple answer, the long answer is that I had to endure years of arguments from my parents about my 'choices' in life. My grandma was the only one who supported me in all this. My parents were too occupied judging me and telling me that being a bug contest winner won't pay the bills. Even after my first few contests and even winning some money, not talking big bucks, but you know? They still brushed it off and tried getting me involved in more of my studies and graduating. It was only during my last year when I turned eighteen where my grandma, and my biology professor came together to help me. They set me up with an exchange program where I could go overseas to Johto this time, and if proved myself there then the school would let me graduate with a minor in entomology ontop of my genreal studies degree. Well I wish that solved my parents problem. Even after I had secured top spot with Beedrill and along with my new buddy at the time, Rabsca. My parents still fought with me over it. Just kept on insisting I was wasting my time and that this proved nothing to them. And so I left, with what little money I had, and some financial support from my Grandma, I left and hadn't looked back. For a few years it was perfect. With Illumise too, my team of three got me to so many places I could have never dreamed of visiting on my own, but . . . when grandma passed away that's when things started going down hill. With my main supprter gone from my life, the pressure of it all started to get to me. Topped with new younger competition, these past few contests haven't been as great as I'd like them to be. With that, my parents took it upon themselves to start eating into my livelihood again demanding I call it quits and return back home so they can help find me a real job."

"Yeah . .but don't they know you're gettin' hired by this super important research facility after you retire?"

"Again! Wish it were that simple. You gotta understand that it isn't about what job I have, its about having the RIGHT job. Can't have this Pokemon. Shouldn't eat that food. Can't wear those clothes. Gotta get that degree over this one. Can't study this class should take this one instead. Nothing ever is good enough, and I don't think they care if my happiness suffers from their decisions. But at this point Guzma. . . I don't care what they think. . I've been used to this for a while. . .at this point it doesn't matter if I win or lose. It's not like I'm losing the job if I don't succeed, but ... "

"It's about proving it to yourself isn't it?"

Looking up at him Guzma, with his wet hair and lopsided shades resting on his head. The way his arm managed to snake around your waist as he pulled you in closer. His body was warm and his smile was gentle. The sound of the rain began to stop ever so slightly as the sun peaked through the tree tops and into the cave.

"Hey . . . let me make this up to you. . *Guzma stpod up from his seat as he reached out his hand to yours* let me help you get that Paras, for real this time."

Stepping out into the clearing Guzma led you back to the spot where he said Paras roam. And to his credit he was right this time. Hoards of Paras scattered across the jungle floor each one just as cute as the other. Hiding behind some bushes you watched over each and every one of them in hopes of finding one that was just perfect for you. With a hasty tug at your side Guzma had alerted you to one he'd think you'd like.

"Hey hey! Look! Fuck! I I can't believe it!"

"Haha Hey what are you doing??"

Looking to where Guzma was pointing you nearly lept from your spot when you spotted a orange cream colored Paras with yellow spotted mushrooms. . .a shiny.

Without thinking you tossed a net ball at it. Luckily it hit, but unlikely for you, your antics caused the surrounding Paras to flee back into the wilds which meant if you didn't catch this bug your other options have already left the premises.

One shake

Two

Three

*Click*

Finally being able to breathe Guzma lept up as well in celebration. Too focused on your accomplishment it didn't even occur to you or him that the two of you were hugging each other until you needed to pull away to collect your new pal. Both of you blushing madly as you both set out back to town.

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"Okay . . So this it! The day of all the contests! You feeling nervous?"

"Pshh Yeah fucking right Big Boy Guzma ain't scared of shit!"

He was so nervous. . fuck it you manged to convince him to sign up for a few contests and yeah he was nervous as all shit. Well the truth had to come out eventually and Guzma was more shocked that you took to the whole being an ex-gang leader better than he expected. Something about a similar thing happened in Paldea back when you were in school where these kids were being bullied and decided to form their own gang of some sort, so to you it was just the same thing different setting! You did lightly scold him on his whole stealing Pokemon thing but Guzma was already on the path to redemption so no need for too much of it. Still the situation with his own parents made your blood boil and you were so here to help support him as your Grandmother did to you all those years back.

With the annoucer speaking towards the crowd they called up the first few rounds of contests which included wing span length and fastest fliers both of which you had Guzma sign his Masquerian for.

"Okay Guzma this it! *You grab his hand and drag him to the event grounds* this is your time to show em who's boss."

"Hahaha now wait a damn minute. I already was big bad Guzma before. The boss needs to prove himself to nobody!"

"Nuff talking more walking! The people need to at least see that you haven't gone soft on them so kick their asses!!!"

"*Blushing* whatever you say sweetcheeks."

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Before the two of you knew it, the contests were over, but the two of you were so caught up in your own joy that it hadn't really fully settled until the next morning. Guzma had won a few which you were more than happy to cheer him on for each and every event he was a part of. As you guessed Golisopod won with flying colors in strength and speed, and his scizor got second in shiniest coat only losing to a younger alola kid and his heracross. His Masquerian got best flying award but didn't do so hot against the other Masquerians in the wingspan category. Damn Hoenn surskit breediers always get the best pickings! Still Guzma enjoyed every moment, and it was all made better with you. Didn't matter to him if he won or lost he was just so happy to spend time around other bug enjoyers and seeing you win too. Speaking of you winning that Paras was your golden ticket. Entering best dressed contest were both trainer and Pokemon had to show up in their best outfit, with a tiny pair of shades and a brand new outfit just for this event you swept the competition and got gold. All your bugs did and with a heavy heart you could finally retire happily.

*Click . . . Creakkkk*

"Welp this is it!"

Opening up your office door, you were allowed some time beforehand to get all your supplies and belongings situated. With Guzma following behind he was left to wonder what was going to happen to you now that you've gotten the job and the winnings you've wanted.

"Haha it ain't much I'm hoping to make this a place of my own soon. I already had lots of briefings with my coworkers and they plan on doing a lot for the bugs of this region. We have the haracross population out on Poni Island who need some help. Compared to other regions they aren't the biggest and they say its all linked to diet. We plan on planting some berry patches to help with that. Oh Yeah! Also also we got the cutifly schooling program! They want to test out how well school kids take to cutfliy's and see if they can be used as beginner Pokemon for small children. And then we got. . . "

"Sounds like you'll be busy" Guzma said with a hint of sadness in his voice.

"Well? Yeah! Of course we'll be busy! But that's part of the fun right!"

"Yeah . . guess so ..." But Guzma didn't seem all that thrilled. Just when he had you in his palm you were ready to slip between his fingers. Gone and alone . . again. But not wanting to ruin the moment he could only smile at you before turning to leave.

"Yep! So much fun! . . . so much more fun than being a little errand boy for that old Kahuna."

"Tsk ain't gotta rub it in now." Guzma said stopping in his tracks.

"Well . . . being all sad doesn't seem all that fun either. . . so . if you are interested *you hand him some documents, with the letters APPLICATION on top.*"

"Hey hey? What?? But . "

"ONLY! If you are interested, sides already talked it over with Uhh Hala? And Nanu I think it was and uh they have agreed to let you try this out. Idk about you but beats doing whatever you were doing before."

"I . . I uhh . hm look . its not . well. . I don't know. ."

"Guzma *You hold out your hand to grab his, rubbing his hand softly* . . . I wouldn't be asking if I didn't trust you. I know I've been pushing my life onto yours over these past few days and that I've done more than just step into your life but, I want . . no I need you in my life. . I don't know anyone who I've shared more of a connection with. This is my dream yes but I would love to share it with you again if you want to. Besides hehe . .think of all the bugs we'll get to meet!! That sounds perfect enough for me."

Feeling your words touch his heart how could he possibly say no to you.

"Hmm. . and you really sure you want the hated boss you beats you down right by your side? I ain't even smart enough for all this . . researchers shit."

"Oh please I'm no scientist either! That's why we do all the heavy lifting!"

"Oh great so it is just errand boy but with more steps"

"*laughing you playfully punch him* hehe yeah but more bugs too."

Your laugh, that oh so sweet laugh that made his heart flutter. With a smile and gleam in his eyes he wrapped his arms around yours to pull you in closer. What he saw in your eyes was more than just his future. He saw happiness, and it all came back to you.

"Yeah . . and it'll be the two of us huh?

Feeling his warmth once more your arms found home wrapped around him as well.

"Yeah! The two of us! And the best crew of bugs we could have ever asked for."

"Thank you (Y/N)."

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Team Skull x Injured Reader

Opening up isn't easy, but is suffering in silence any better?

Pokemon: Dewpider

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*AUGHH* FUCK! *sharp inhale* ohhh . . ohhhh . .fuck . . . *sharp inhale* yep . . nope . .definitely not good . . *ack* . .

Welp, that's one sure fire way to twist your ankle and possibly break your ass in the process. What the fuck ended up happening? Well maybe, just maybe training in the pouring Po Town rain, not a smart idea. Training in the Rain on some slippery ass block of concrete also not good. Having your own Pokemon be a water type that knows Bubble Beam and, has yet to perfect it causing stray suds to fly everywhere, ccombined with the previous and you've got a recipe that'll lead you broken ass first to the Pokemon center.

Oh your Dewpider, your sweet precious Dewpider. As much as you loved having them as a partner they weren't exactly the most graceful little bug around. Ironic for the water type to easily go sliding at the slightest limb touching a puddle. Her bubble beam although powerful tends to go everywhichway except for the target infront of it. Which is why you were out here today. Which is why you're also hugging your left ankle praying to Arceus that you didn't break anything. Feeling around the wounded area despite rain chilling you to your core, your ankle was on fire and already starting to swell.

How this baby bug managed to shed tears under that ball of water was beyond you. Though, with a heavy sigh and small pat on her head you couldn't get mad at her. The only thing that worried you was how you were going to keep this hidden from the team. The last thing you needed was for them to go on making fun of you for doing something so stupid. With the best of your ability you managed to rise from your seat with your now muddy shorts. Pain shot through you like a jolt from a pikachu as you bit on your cheek to muffle your cries. Painfully, slowly and painfully, you hobbled back to the steps of the shady house, praying that no one would notice your wobbly walking pattern.

The Grunts:

• Okay listen. . .

•None of them actually knew that you were injured into you sarcastically pointed it out and then they all collectively went "ohhhhhhh okay"

•I mean . . . the KINDA knew that somethin' was a little bit off . . . but only kinda.

•Since the Grunts live by a no judgment principle, for the most part, they tend to not want to point out anything in case it might hurt someones feelings.

•Like yeah . . . in theory that seems nice but that means everyone just silently observes your clearly struggling form and just hope that this is a choice and not an accident.

•Yeah, sure you didn't want to get anyone else involved with your carelessness but come onnnnn seriously?!?

•You loved them, but in this moment if you had to keep going around doing all your normal tasks on a swollen ankle you were going to kill someone!

•Well luckily after you pointed it out to them everyone was quick to drop what they were doing to try and help you out.

•Albeit, a few of them did still poke fun of you for getting injured to some bubbles but hey at least they were trying.

•Emphasis on the TRYING. . . yeah unless you got 10₽ and you were a Pokemon they could heal you just fine. So makeshift remedies were going to be your saving grace until your ankle magically healed itself or, you were forced to be rushed to the nearest Pokecenter and hope they didn't need to cut it off.

•Well with as many grunts that fill these halls someone was bound to come up with something to make you feel better.

•And so the grunts would each take turns trying makeshift remedies and watching random Poketube videos that might help your ankle. Each idea leading nowhere and causing you to form an additional headache!

•Your body mangled on the living room floor as grunts tried elevating your foot with different objects, such as but not limited to, pillows, comic books, an old bucket, a pile of loose tiles, and someones grimer who felt more inclined to eat the sock right off your foot than actually trying to hold it up.

•In the kitchen grunts were working away grabbing random foods and concocting remedies that "worked so well for them when they got sick". Though failing to realize that you weren't sick just injured and no matter what they shove in your mouth, if it isn't pain killer, your ankle is staying twisted.

•Still though, as you lay on the floor watching as your fellow teammates aee actually going out their way to try an make you feel better, was indeed making you feel better.

• ". . . thanks guys."

Guzma:

•Well Guzma wasn't the happiest person to receive this news.

•He wasn't angry! Just a teeny tiny bit a little frustrated . . .to say the least.

•"So . . . What the fuck happened?"

•Hahaha oh boy.

•After explaining to him your not so graceful training session with Dewpider, the boss was really trying his best to keep up the "grumpy upset look" while holding back stiffled laughter.

•However that doesn't stop him from pulling the "ya stupid!?" Comment on you while he lifts your body and carries it off to one of the many beds that litter this house.

•You could feel a rush of embarrassment cross your face as some of the grunts giggled to themselves at the scene playing out before them.

•Being carried like a child in the bosses arms no less was not something you wished for others to see.

•Grumbling to yourself you let put a small "This is so stupid!"

•But Guzma was quick to clap back, big smirk and all.

•"Play stupid games and win stupid prizes sweetcheeks."

•Opening the door and flopping you down on the bed, despite his tough guy exterior he was genuinely concerned about you. Why else did Guzma choose the room with a bed closest to his?

•"Now I ain't a doctor or somethin' but stay here and don't move a whole lot. Here *he hands over a few pillows* try elevating it to get the red down. *He stands up to start leaving* Ya got that?! Now I don't want to see you move? Got it!?"

•You nod back.

•"Got it?!?"

•You sigh. "Yes."

•Before he leaves for good he turns back to tell you "Hey . . . if you need anything, just holler. . I'll try to help as best as I can. ."

•He finally leaves you, a blushing mess, on the bed.

Plumeria:

•Surprisingly, a lot more vocal about her frustration in this situation.

•"Arceus Fuck! . . Gahhh . uhh . . Damn, when did this happen?! What happened?! Why did this happen!?"

•Behind that wall of frustration was the hint of genuine concern, even if her showing it was through means of bombarding questions.

•Trying your best to explain the whole situation Plumeria was doing her best to shoo off the grunts so that you had room to breath.

•"Oh so you felt like acting stupid by yourself no less, on one of the rainiest days?"

•"Um . . yeeesss??"

•"Where was your phone you could have at least phoned me up so I could have idk, helped you?!"

•"Sorry?"

•"Ughhh . . let me guess you didn't even have your phone on you?! Where is your phone, give me your phone!"

•Snatching the phone out of your hand, she puts her number into your contacts and staring it as a favorite.

•"Cool. . . now when you feel the need to act stupid again, call me and I'll smack you."

•Sitting in your spot like a deerling caught in the headlights, your body is hoisted off the ground as she helps you to stand. She tries her best to drag you along, to her room of all places.

•"I don't want you climbing up those stairs and twisting something else. Just don't touch anything got it?!"

•Shoving the door open, her room was actually very inviting. Her bed laced with stuffed PokePlushes. A small vanity was seen across from it. A desk lay next to the bed, and next to that was a small bookshelf. Honestly it was the only non-neat thing in that room. Her makeup was everywhere, and the little trinkets that call the self home were spaced out sparatickly.

•"Sit! And don't move. . . and don't touch anything either!"

•Sitting on her bed you made damn sure not to move an inch. Plumeria eventually came back into the room holding a glass of water and some medicine.

•Shoving it in your face she barked out "Drink!"

•Again you obeyed.

•"Now lay down!"

•Feeling the softness of her bed engulf you, it almost made the pain in your ankle disappear, you hadn't even noticed Plumeria was laying down next to you.

•She moved her laptop off her desk and between the two of you.

•"The meds might take a bit for them to kick in." And off she went to pull up a movie, "The Angry Pidgeys" and that was that.

•Not another word was spoken between the two of you, but she didn't need to say anything. The way she put the extra blanket around you instead of her, how she used one of her plushes as an elevation for your foot. How she brought out the good snacks from her stash. She just wanted you to feel comfortable, all in her own Big Sis way.

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Guzma x Burnt Out Reader

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When Burn Out Strikes, Take a Stroll Why Dontcha?

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"Auuuugghhhh"

The loud disgruntled moans soon followed by the antsy shaking of your body indicated one thing. You were bored out of your ass. On days you had missions being a Team Skull Grunt was loads of fun. Well if you consider beating up the locals and running from the law as a means of a good time. However, on any other given day, sitting in your shared room, as the rain continues to pour outside as it always did, boredom would come back to haunt you.

Plenty of other grunts would share the feeling and thus over time the grunts would eventually come up with their own "boredom busters" to help pass the time. "Sleeping" and "eating" were the first ideas to be tact onto this unwritten list. A true testament to the sheer creativity that oozes out of these teens and young adults alike. When those ideas came and went, to no ones surprise, more "adventurous" ideas entered the scene.

Laying on your bed your roommates would soon notice your fidgeting body. And so ideas would be thrown around left and right to try and help you overcome todays trial of restlessness.

A young pink haired female grunt would chime in "You could always spray the far left side of the left wall. There should be enough room for SOME piece if you don't mind gettin' a bit soaked."

It wasn't a bad idea per say. Spraying half of Alola in Team Skull parfaneilia was the only other thing you grunts did but a smack to the back of the pink grunts head would say otherwise.

The grunt who dished out the smack was a much older grunt with green spiked hair "No you dolt! That spot is already claimed by me!"

The pink haired grunt would bite back "Well I don't see your name on it!"

The green haired male would answer back annoyed "That would defeat the point of it being an empty spot! If I put my name on it then there's no room for anything else!"

"Not my problem" the pink haired grunt mumbled back

Well that idea was thrown out the window as the two grunts started to argue. Trying to drown out their pointless bickering some of the other grunts would try to pitch in their own ideas. Each one worse than the last.

Freestyle rapping, freestyle dancing, trying to beat up trainers for fun, stealing, stealing nanu's shit, tagging nanu's building, backfliping off the side of the building, attempted parkor.

No. No! NO!

"Auuuuuuughhhhhhh!"

You appreciated the efforts. You did! You truly did, but was there anything that you could do that didn't either land you in the PokeCenter or the Slammers?

Feeling your frustration boil over you made the decision to throw in the towel and realize that todays boredom had conquered you. Tossing your blankets aside and hoisting yourself off the rickety mattress your footsteps pounded throughout the mansion. Some of the grunts even mistook you for the boss with the sheer force your feet were hitting the floor and quickly got out of the way.

Making your way down the stairs and out the door, light rain washed over your body as you plant your behind on the mansion steps.

Your Partner Pokemon shakes in your pocket before bursting out to try and comfort it's trainer. Your lovely little mareep, a cutie but a fighter as well. She lays across your lap, she was the runt of the litter and was told she would never make it. You hated how little your family saw in her, so much so that she's partially the reason why your currently soaking out in Po Towns rain. Still her floofy warm fur was a nice comfort when days seemed grey and dull and today was no different. Brushing her floof and staring up into the bleak rainy sky the boredom never truly left. Was it always going to be like this? Lagging days after lagging days? Missions being your only means of dopamine that fade in an instant the minute you step back into these empty walls?

Okay . . . so maybe you're being a bit overdramatic.

Okay maybe a LOT overdramtic.

Boredom doesn't mean the end of the world  but . . . auuughhhhhh!!

With mareep in your lap and the cool concrete engulfing your back you hadn't even noticed the hulking figure hovering above you.

"So ya gonna keep sulking like a kid on time out or are ya gonna get off your ass and do something?"

Fixating your gaze you look upon the figure and saw none other than your Boss and Leader, Guzma.

If your eyes could roll to the back of your head. "What's it to ya? Is boredam a crime here?"

Shaking off your blatant attitude Guzma steps down and into the rain, he tries to get a cigarette going with minimal success.

"Tsk . . fine keep pouting like that and looking all miserable and see how far that takes you."

Sitting upright you look at the man currently trying to offer you some "guidance" if you'd call it that. His smoking wasn't something you were going to start picking up to try and pass the time. But sitting in silence to internally curse out the world wasn't all that helpful either.

"You doin' good?"

"Huh?"

"You're lookin' tired there, and I know for damn sure it isn't just about bein' bored."

Well he wasn't entirely off. You are consideried to be one of the better grunts. Always trying to do what your told and stand out from the rest. Maybe it's because a part of you believed that you'd receive some sort of grace instead finding out that your reward was days of boredom if you weren't out there disturbing Alola's peace. Day by day you overworked yourself to the bone and for what? Well old habits die hard. You wished you could feel relaxed knowing you've done the bare minimum. Though, if you weren't working till you burned out then we're working hard enough? Maybe that's why you were so hard on yourself when boredom struck. Sitting on your ass when you could be doing something, anything, was enough to get your heart a racin'!

"*under his breath* ah for fuck's sake. *Outloud* Aight' come walk with me." Guzma's voice broke through, causing you to jump a bit in your spot.

"Huh? Why?"

"That wasn't a question. Now move it or stay soaked."

Following behind the two of you pass through Po Towns walls and into the outside world. The rain leaving itself behind while the sun peaked behind grey clouds. You had no idea where he was taking you until your eyes spotted a familiar red meadow. Your gaze looked upon the sea of flowers and, besides two trainers battling in the distance, Ula'Ula Meadows was practically empty.

The whole scene seemed sureal. You didn't take Guzma as the type to want to stroll around a garden for relaxation.

"Okay Grandpa I see you. I see you. Damn whats next on the list. Bingo with Grandma Plums?"

Feeling the smack of his hand on your neck you still notice the small smile through that tough guy demeanor.

"Knock it off. . I just come here sometimes when I run out of shit to throw at my wall. And what's with the grandma comment. You know imma tell her you said that and let's see how well that turns out for you." Looking at you with a smirk running across his face Guzma starts to sit down onto the wooden walkway as the sunsets in the distance.

You follow suit and allow for your mareep to run free through the folliage. Still in the back of your mind this whole thing felt so . . . so . relaxing, not at all what you were used to back in the shady house.

"Look . . I get it. Sometimes a couple drinks or pounding fists at the wall doesn't give you that instant release you're searching for. . so if you want you can always come out here to cool off."

"Seriously?" You look up at him curiously.

"*Blushing* Well yeah? . .*He rubs the back of his head* . . . not like being a part of this team means your my damn prisoner. *Tsk* but don't take this as an opportunity to ditch out on any of your duties here got that!"

You giggle softly. That's the Guzma you know and look up to. Relaxing a bit in your seat you watch as your Mareep frolics happily with a few wild Oricorio. Everything felt a peace for once.

"Sorry for making fun if you for this. . . It's really nice actually. Thank you."

Guzma turns his attention away. Your kind words can't stop him from blushing harder. Some would tease him for this. This place apparently isn't the only thing that makes Guzma feel comfortable. Guzma only pats your head in return as the two of you watch light of the sun fade into the deep blue in the distance as the moon rises to take it's place as the watcher of the night.

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Guzma x Zesty (Amber)

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Chapter 2 : Stampede

*Click Clack* *Click Clack* *Click Clack*

Come on Spinarakwoman. Where are you hiding?

The agitated sounds of one impatient scientist grew louder with each piercing step he took in his laboratory. The clacking of his pen, the way his heeled boots clicked with each step, and the rushed typing of computer keys, unless a fire broke out, nothing was going to break the tension. Despite harsh steps the grumbling man still kept a strict composure of himself that his fellow colleagues feared crimping. He was angry yes, but never the unorganized type. For this man was none other than Branch Chief Faba of the Aether Foundation and you'd be the wiser not to forget that.

*CRASH BANG*

The once rythmatic noise of clicks and clacks broke when Faba slammed his fists on a nearby table as he gazed upon various monitors. Observing, painstakingly observing any minute detail of the images before him hopping that one teeny tiny little pixel might give him answers. Each image that flashed on screen was a picture of none other than yours truly, but each picture harboring the same results. Nothing. The broken noise didn't last as Faba leered back at his underlyings as if to say "I didn't say STOP".

*Click Clack* *Click Clack* *Click Clack*

Where or where could Spinarakwoman be? And what was she doing? Branch Chief Faba thought to himself as his right foot tapped impatiently under the table. Standing, his back began to arch oh so subtly as each passing second gave room for his frustration to fester and brew within him. As the images kept flashing before his very eyes Faba was soon interrupted by the meek tugs of a very shaky employee grasping at the tiniest bit of his coats fabric fearing to even crease it slightly.

Looking down, Branch Chief Faba pierced into the eyes of a very shaky subordinate. Their hands clutching a stack of papers as the meekly speak up to him. "Y-Your first test s-subject is ready Mr. Branch Chief. I am sure your theory will be a successful one.". They clamp up as Faba grabs the stack of papers out of their grasp while tapping his foot oh so impatiently. Before he even reads the results he makes good work of organizing the papers, patting their sides so that each corner matches up perfectly. No crease, rip or tear in sight, just the way he likes it. Flipping through the papers he mindlessly glances at each word. He doesn't act surprised at the results as of to say "of course my theory works, I created it after all". Handing the stack back he dismisses the underlying. "Well get on with it then.". The employee leaves with a their breath still shaking as a subtle "Yes sir. Right away sir." escapes their lips.

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Stepping off the loading dock and into the crowd of tourists and locals Ark, Cass and I head off in search of some berries on Akala Island. Now normally if someone wants to find good berries they'd head for Melemele, however we have our reasons for why we avoid that island as much as possible. Number one, too many newbie trial goers. Security is tight as balls on that island in order to handhold all the freshies. Reason two, that professor and his wife live on that island making it easier for them to get in our way. Finally reason number three, or rather a reason unknown to us, Guzma just wants us to stay away from the island as much as possible. It gets him all antsy or so I heard.

Shoving past the crowd any onlookers that catch our presence don't keep there feelings subtle as they whisper and gawk at our appearance and mannerisms. Some tourists ask for questions which the locals are happy to provide and spin tales about how team skull is nothing but a joke at best or a gang of ruthless, mindless punks at worst. Ehh I can brush it off. Ain't nothing I haven't heard before, but looking back at my friends, Ark looks like they're ready to pop a vain. Stepping closer to them I do my best to keep ushering them along. "Hey listen *giggles* don't let them rock your skull like that? It ain't worth our time. 'Sides boss says the berries are our focus. Now lets move before we have to spend the night behind bars." In all seriousness, I wasn't concerned one bit. Ark was all bark and no bite. While on the boat we nearly pissed ourselves laughing when Ark tried to size up a bigger trainer only to fall flat on their face as they tripped on their untied shoes. If I could describe them its as if they never learned how to gather all their ducklets in a row.

As the scrawnier, tan skined grunt nearly triped up the last stretch of the hill, we finally made it to a small community berry garden. What was supposed to be a thiry minute walk between Heahea city and our destination became an hour long endeavor as Cass and I had to pull back Ark from beating up every trial goer they spotted on our path. By the time we made it Ark was a dishelved mess as their light brown bob was no longer the straight appearance it usually was. A frayed, scraggly mess Ark tried to salvage it with Cass offering to steal a comb from the store to help fix it. While they were discussing hair care acting as if its the most important thing in the world right now I was less then thrilled yet too tired to act out on it. I was sweaty and dishelved in my own right too. My mind was beginning to numb from exhaustion of just everything that I have been going through these past months and I didn't even want to be on this stupid mission in the first place! It was already creeping on noon so I did the best I could to walk up to the first tree and start picking away.

One by one berries entered our buckets. While Cass was keeping an eye out for us, Ark and I managed to collect a decent amount. I still had to scold them about picking berries that were clearly moldy, in which they tried to argue with me on why that matters. "Just cut around the mold, simple!". I had to hold it together. I was already beginning to feel worn out even if all I was doing was collecting berries. My body ached in pain as my feet shuffled with each step. The last thing I wanted to do was to start arguing. So with my best interest I shook off their words and threw out all the moldy berries they collected whether they saw me do it or not.

Dusting off my hands I check on our pile and let out a much needed sigh. Stretching out my body and yawning as deep as I could. I thank Cass and Ark for helping out as I montion for them to help me pick up our spoils so we can head back to the docks before the last boat departures.

A cold breeze begins to pick up as thr palm trees sway in the wind. As much as it feels nice to be cooled off by the elements after a long day of work I can't help but notice the silence the surrounds us. For an area thats supposed to be packed with family homes and tourist rentals not even the cry of a Pikipek can be heard as we walk the streets of this town.

"Hey yo! Why am I feeling all tingly?" Cass broke the silence only to confirm my suspicions.

"I'm not really sure. Normally there would be at least some brats running around or something but where is everyone?" I can't help but share Cass's worry.

"Ahhh who the hell cares? They probs saw us coming an' ran back inside all frightened! Just another win for Team Skull." Ark says so with jovial confidence. They strut about unphased by the silence. "Sides' ya wanna get caught or somethin' mrs. Chef?" Ark playfully nudges at my side, only to realize their banter isn't alleviating anh of my doubts. "*sighs* Look if you're so bothered by it just chalk it up to it being late or somethin'. Kids probably went back inside because its gettin past their bedtime and it's probably wild Pokemon bed time too. See! Ain't nothing to worry about!"

Looking back at Cass we smile softly while shaking our heads. Ark may not be the most skilled grunt around but they had their perks and moments of good intentions. Still, Cass kept a look out for any suspicious activity as I carried our Berries.

Making our way to the foot of the hill Ark had already run off ahead to find a way back to the docks. Stopping to catch our breath my worries never eased as the farm that lay at the bottom of this hill was a dead silent as the neighborhood from above. Not a miltank or Tauros in sight. Looking around the only familiar sight I saw was the shaggy brown mess of Arks hair and the white backside of the Skull Cap as they ran around the farm looking into each Pen and Barn for any signs of life.

"Ark! The fuck? What happened to running off ahead and findin us an exit?" My voice rang out to them. Startled they spun around ready to fight, calming down when they noticed it us.

Still, with a flustered look on their face Ark manages to cough up an answer. "Well . . shit . . Idk". They fold their arms walking back to our spot. "I mean . . like look around . . this farm is supposed to be crawlin with cattle!". Ark gestures to the empty scenery. "Now I ain't blind but where'd they all go!? I'll tell you one thing is for sure, its given me the damn"

Ark was cut off by a slightly annoyed Cass "What? It's given you what? The damn creeps". She says to Ark in a mocking tone. Rolling my eyes I glance at Ark to give them a look as to say "finally caught on huh?".

Before we even have the chance to start bickering at each other a shouting voice in the distance grabs our attention.

"RUN!!! HIDE!!! GET ON OUTTA HERE!!"

What looks to be one of the farmers that owns this ranch, a huffed man in muddy overalls is running up to us.

"Didn't ya'll hear me?! You fellas need to get the hell on outta here!"

This man was so caught up in his panic that he couldn't even recognize that were a group of Team Skull grunts. If he were even half as calm I highly doubt he'd be concerned about or wellbeing.

"Well ya don't have to tell me twice! See ya later." Ark was already starting to speed walk away, while Cass tried to hold them back.

"Now wait a damn minute" Cass says annoyed. "Ya mind tellin' us why we should listen to you?"

"Because unless you wanna end up under the heals of some very angry Tauros you guys need to get as far away from here as possible!" The farmer bites back. Though, still tired, the farmer seems a tad more calm as he begins to try and reassure that all will be cleared up soon as the police have been called in to try and assess the situation.

At even the mention of the word "police" was enough of a warning that we definitely needed to leave. Grabbing Ark by the arm, Cass grabs the bucket of berries as we begin walking away to try and find a route of escape. However, our search is cut short when the angry shouts of a group of Tauros can be heard in the distance. Man, did they sound pissed, too pissed.

"STAMPEDE!!!!" the farmer from before is now running past us as the angry cries of Tauros grow closer to our location. Instead of speed walking I am now practically dragging Ark as I try to find us a good to duck and hide before we become one with the dirt beneath our sneakers. Noticing a small rock enclosure by the cliff side I usher both grunts to follow.

Cass begins speaking to me in a hushed tone "Yo!? What are we doing in here? We should be put there finding a path to get back to the docks!"

"Yeah, and risk gettin' caught by the cops? You heard that farmer. He's already called the police and the last thing we need is for them to pin this whole mess on us! He may not have noticed we were grunts before but when they get those Tauros to calm down I wouldn't put it past him to point the finger in our direction!" Standing back up I scope out the area as I see the group of Tauros run past us. "Alright. Okay. Listen you two I need you to keep an eye on these berries. Stay here and stay quiet!" Making my way back out into the clearing I double check one last time to make sure no one has spotted us.

"And where the hell are you headin' off to huh Mrs. Chef?" Ark starts shouting at me from within the cave.

"I said shut up!! Look I'll look for a clearing okay? I'll find us a path through the forest to get back to the docks. What I need from you too is to keep your mouths shut until I coke find you. If you hear any noise stay quiet. If you see anything weird, stay low! And for the love of Arceus just keep these berries as intact as possible and just don't do anything stupid enough to get yourselves caught" I say to Cass though I am more or less directing this towards Ark.

"Oh yeah and what makes you the boss of us huh?" Cass asks. "Why don't I go and you stay here?"

"Because if I have to stay here we'll be going home with one less grunt and one more pair of bloodier hands Cass!" Turning away from the pair I start walking towards the forest. When I feel as if I am deep enough in my feet quicken in pace. Running, no, flying. I feel my feet begin to hit the ground less and less with each passing step. My arm lift to the trees as small strings of web shoot from my wrist. Without a camera in sight, nor peering eyes to watch my every move my body dances amongst the trees as I feel the world below fade away as the sky becomes my playground. In the blink of an eye I ditch the old uniform to make way for the new. Into my bag it goes as I stick it on a tree I know no one will find. As green latex envelops my body gone is the name Zesty the Team Skull grunt. In this moment I am Zesty the Spinerakwoman and I have a heard of angry cattle to catch.

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Swinging from tree to tree I had managed to follow a small trail of hoofs that lead back towards the outskirts of HaeHae city. Small baracades were placed around certain areas that lead to the deeper parts of the city in an effort to keep the raging Tauros from rampaging further. However that didn't stop them from nearly destroying everything in their contained spot. Chairs and tables were nocked over. Stalls selling touristy items and local goods were smashed to pieces along with all their products. The streets littered in enough trash that our resident Grimer from the pool would be having a field day. Raging Tauros would frequently knock heads as they had little room to run around only agitating them further but the biggest culprit was a large sized Tauros with the biggest horns I have ever seen standing in the middle of the crowd crying out in pain as his hooves stomped on the pavement beanath him. Each stomp would send small tremors as the concrete cracked ever so slightly with each step.

***STOPPP- AUGHHH- STOP!***

Pain. It was in so much pain. Swinging myself to the top of a nearby building I try to assess my surroundings. From the looks of it no people are going to be in my way. They must have fled the scene thanks to that farmers head start. The bigger issue is trying to fijd a way to calm that Tauros down. I can only assume he is the leader as none of the other Tauros are daring to get near it. Standing on the top of this roof becomes a danger in its own right, as I narrowly dodge a flying chair that had been flung at my direction. I try leaping towards other roofs to keep myself on my toes but with eavh passing minute their anger grows more destructive and sporadic. I do my best to maintain the debris by containing any and all potential projectiles from being launched with my webs. The surrounding area becomes a minefield of webs as each nook and cranny is covered in my webs. This means that at times a few of the Tauros tend to get caught up as their hooves become stuck to the ground while they do their best to wiggle free. In a way they tend to calm down a bit but it doesn't stop the pain that lies within the leader in the middle.

Settling down for a moment I try my best to stay away from the Tauros as a kick to the side from one of them is a sure fire way to knock me out. However, if I can't get close enough to the leader how am I going to stop them from encouraging the group to keep destroying the area. I only have so much webs that I can produce and I already feel myself getting tuckered out. It doesn't helpt that I've been tired enough as it is. My movements haven't been the flashiest they can be and I find myself needing to stop for breaks more often than normal. At this rate maybe one of these Tauros should knock me out so I can get some sleep for once. Though, like clock-work I find myself back on me feet again as I dodge a flyby wheel that has been stripped off one of the stalls. It shatters upon hitting the brick wall behind me and I do what I can to keep the pieces from flying any fruther. Though my tuck and roll caused me to reveal myself to the angry Tauros as the leader continues to cry out painful commands.

***STOP- AGHH- AWAY- LEAVE- STAY AWAY***

As the cry rings out towards the crowd the surrounding Tauros take this as a sign to start charging at me. They'll stop at nothing to protect their leader as the kick and stomp to try and incapacitate my form. Running out of webs I resort to running along the walls to keep my feet from shaking on the ground. From here I have a better time spotting the leader in the middle, now if I can just find a break to where I can get to him in the middle I might be able to help him. Nearing the edge of the wall I push my feet of leaping towards the backside of one of the outer Tauros. Hoping from one back to another I find myself closing in on the middle. Though, my footsteps aren't as soft as I believed them to be. My pathway to victory becomes a bumpy ride as the Tauros start bucking widely to try and shake me off. I try to maintain my balance as best as I can but my sticking doesn't grip well to fur. Still I try to ride out this bullride to the best of my ability, that is until I am thrown off by the impact of another Tauros ramming into the side of the one I was on knocking both out in an instant. In the air I make quick thinking of my situation as a sinister thought forms in my head. If I can't stop these Tauros on my own maybe then can do all the hard work for me.

Landing on the backs of various Tauros, I would usher and taunt at any nearby ones in the hopes that they'd come running towards my direction. That is if I held on tight enough and didn't get launched off. Eventually, one by one the surrounding Tauros had managed to knock each other out leaving me with enough room to reach the center without any disturbance.

***AUGHH! NGHH! STAY! LEAVE! LEAVE!***

With caution in each step I try to lower my body and keep my movements subtle as I approach the leader. "Hey buddy. . hey. It's all okay! I know you don't want to hurt me, but I am here to help you."

***AUGHHH NO! STOP! PAINFUL!***

At this point the Tauros was bucking widely to keep me from coming closer. Luckily he had managed to stop stomping at the ground which made it easier to walk around his body. Despite his larger than life size I had managed to spot a peculiar object stuck to the side of his rump. A palm sized tazer was planted on his side sending jolts of pain every so often causing the Tauros to lash out.

"Arceus who the hell would do such a thing?"

Well whatever the perpetrator was trying to accomplish, they got the results they needed. The damage from this lone Tauros was terrifying. All the Tauros combined didn't have the strength to stomp on hard concrete and crack it, but this poor guy was able to do so with ease. The constant pain must of brought out all his pent up rage and power. It was no wonder that farmer didn't stand a chance at calming him down. I was beginning to doubt of I could be able to do it too. Well, you don't accomplish anything from standing around. With the remaining amount of webs I had left in me I used all I could to try and hold down this Tauros. Placing my webs around his legs, hid bucking was put to a halt but for how long I am unsure. As I climb his back I can already hear my webs straning under his anger, but I do what I can to try and wiggle the tazer off him.

"Okay bud! I *ack* almost got it. You're doing great! Shouldn't be any longer. *ack* FUCK! What is wrong with this thing?"

I have come to thr realization that pulling it off would require much more strength than I had bargained for. Whoever put this tazer on him did not want it to come off easily. Feeling around the tazer it appeared that they actually managed to break skin and lodge the tazer into their side. Pulling it out would surely cause him to bleed but I had no other options to safely remove it.

Feeling him continue to wriggle and squirm as I try to remove the tazer I was going to need a lot more force to get it off. "Okay, when I release the back of your legs Imma need you to buck as hard as you can. This might sting a little."

Coming back down I clasp my hands onto the tazer as I use my feet to try and kick of the webs. Once I feel that they're off it doesn't take long for the Tauros to start bucking. With each buck I feel the tazer move off him. With tug of my own body and one final buck the tazer and my body go flying back as a small trail of blood seeps out the hole where the tazer was. As my body slams into the ground I feel the wind knocked out of me. Desperately I try grasping for air and to crawl away for I am unsure if the Tauros is still trying to come at me. Looking back I see the bucking slowly come to an end as the Tauros begins to calm himself. As our eyes meet, the Tauros lets out a satisfied huff before collapsing on the ground. I end up picking myself up and hobbling over to him. I cam breathe a sigh of relief, as I see his chest move up in down a calm rythmatic beat. As I look upon the crowd of sleeping Tauros and the damaged property I lool to the sky and see how late it has gotten. Cas and Ark were probably still waiting for me.

As I turn to leave for the forest I hear the shout of a familiar country voice behind me.

"WAIT! Please don't leave!"

Looking behind me I see the farmer from before. He had come out of his hiding spot. Must of wanted to check up on his Tauros once the stopped making a ruckas. Still I had no intention on staying as I hear the distance sound of police sirens inching closer to our location.

"Wait, please! Please! Thank you for helping out ol' Charlie here."

Thank you? That's something that's been rare to hear from my line of work. All people seem to deem me as is nothing more than a nuisance always bringing trouble where I go. It doesn't help that Faba from that Aether goody-two shoes Paradise always spins my acts of heroism as acts of rough housing. Turning to face the farmer his words seem genuine as he holds his hat in his hands and tries to give me a gentle smile.

"You've done a better job at stoppin' them than I ever could. Don't knlw how you done it but I thank you for it. And Ol' Charlie seems to be appreciative of it too." The farmer says while stroking the sleeping Tauros next to him.

I nod my head back as a thank you while I head back into the forest. In the distance I hear the farmer shout toe again. "Hey now I'll make sure to put in a good word for you, okay!?"

As the sirens ands sounds of cop cars screetch to a halt I make my way back to my "day-time uniform" and head back towards Cass and Ark.

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Breaking through the bushes and leaves I stumble towards the cave that Cass and Ark were hiding in. My body acked with each step and I could tell my whole back was going to be a bruised mosaic by tonight. Steping into the cave I see a very relieved yet very pissed off pair of grunts. Even with their masks I could tell I was in for an earful.

"Yo what the actual fuck Zesty?! You were gone for like, forever?!" Cass shouted at me. I had never seen her so pissed before.

"Damn gurl, thought you had gotten trampled or somethin'! What happened?"

With a dismissive laugh I just tell them that I was trying to find a route but the whole city was barricaded which wasn't a lie. However, I hadn't really found a way back which ment having to bullshit a fake route through the forest and hope that it'll lead nack ti the docks unspotted.

"Well, we better get goin'. The boss ain't gonna be happy that it took us this long to get back to base. Not to mention all the cops we had to evade." Cass said with a hint of tiredness in her voice as she yawned im the process.

"Damn! Who knows when we'll be able to go out to do missions if we can't even collect some berries in a short time." Ark remarked.

As we made our way into the forest I tried calming them down. I know how much outings could ment for the both of them. Being put on hold to do missions was like being grounded for disrespecting your parents. I heard many a complaints from grunts who had fucked up in one way or another resulting in Guzma laying down the iron fist on them being able to leave Po Town. Some would wait days upon weeks before they were even allowed to do missions on Ula'Ula island. A few never see the other islands unless its with certain grunts watching over them. But that has pnly happened twice to my knowledge and those grunts really fucked up for that to happen. To what degree of fucking up was none of my business but each grunt now stays on their toes to avoid being the next one in line. Looking back at the two worried grunts behind me I could tell by the way their hands rubbee in strained worry as their eyebrows furowed that they thinking about whatever punishment Guzma was to lay on all three of us. I cleared my throat to grab their attention as I used the awkward silence to try and formulate how to tell Guzma why it took us so long to get back to base.

"Soooo. . Uh try not to worry about it to hard okay? I mean it wasn't our fault this time that we ran intk some trouble! It's not like we asked to be chased into a cave by some rampaging Tauros!"

As much as I tried to sound chipper, my words weren't reaching them. They continued to silently gaze at the forest scenery that surrounded us with each step shakier than the last.

"*Sigh* I mean it! It really wasn't our fault. *I go to squeeze Cass's shoulder in comfort* I'll just tell him shit got really bad, and I mean really bad! Cops were everywhere and we were just trying to lay low to avoid sleeping in the slammers for the night. *Looking back at Ark I give them a reassuring smile*. The news has probably hit Po Town and Guzma can't really fault us for that. It's not like we are showing up empty handed either. We got the goods and we were just playing it safe."

This seemed to have calmed them down even if only slightly.

"And *I rub the back of my neck* and if . . lets say he were to get mad. I'll just take the blame." I say softly.

"Huh!? Why? This was a team effort Zest'!" Cass exclaimed with concern.

"Yeah yeah. *I try brushing her off.* I. .I mean. Lets be real here, if anyone were to gwt us in trouble or make a bad call its definitely me. *I laugh ever so slightly*. I am just the hermit of Team Skull. I rarely ever do runs unless they involve food and It's not like I know what I am doing even then. If Guzma really has it out tonight just let me take the fall. I don't need to leave thag much anyways. I'm sure he can find a replacement runner to get food."

Ark wanted to say something back. The look on their face was mixed with that of concern and comtemplation. In the end all they could do was shake their head to dismiss their thoughts as they muttered out a soft ". . . thanks."

As we continued to trek through the forest the pain of the battle was starting to catch up to me as each limb ached. Despite being able to heal quicker, the pain that I felt never subsided. Even with the slightest brush from my top was enough for me to feel the stone sized bruise that formed on my back. I hadn't even noticed I was practically limping until Cass pointed it out. I responded like I normally did when the others would inquire about any suspicious injuries I got from my "secret missions". Either a cooking injury or blaming it on clumsiness, it was usually enough to keep them from pestering. Today was no different. "Oh just tripped on my own two feet on some overgrown stumps." And just like normal Cass and Ark took the response well, never bothering to push for more details. What surprised me the most was that Ark had actually offered to carry the bag of berries the rest of way towards the dock.

"It's whateve'." Shrugging their shoulders they grabbed the bags before I even had the chance to respond.

When we had finally arrived at the docs Ark and Cass got a chance to glimpse at the surrounding city that was stil heavily barricaded and crawling with cops. In the distance they saw just a fraction of what had happened to me earlier as Tauros were being hauled away in trucks as a cleanup crew was doing their best to clean up my webs without getting stuck themselves.

"Hohohohhh Shit! *Ark slapped my side*. We missed all the action huh! Ya guys think that Spinerak lady was out here fighting the good fight again?" Ark said so enthusiastically, bouncing slightly at the thought of my alterego fighting and swinging around.

"Well . . Hngh *Cass and I continue to lift the bags on the boat* Probably. That would explain all the webs, but I don't think I'd wanna be near her when a fight breaks out. Don't get me wrong I think she's tough as nails but I wouldn't want to be caught be between a boulder and the pavement." Cass remarks back at Ark who appeared a tad hurt at the idea of breaking their enthusiasm with a harsh dose of reality.

"Aww whateve'. You two are no fun at all! I didn't say I had to BE in the fight. I could jist hide behind a tree or somethin'. It's about witnessing a super human, doing cool shit!" Ark bit back while their gaze sat on me. "Tsk. And what 'bout you? What's your deal with Spinerakwoman Zesty?

But I didn't respond, because from the distance on the shores a pair of oh so familiar pristine white boats made their way towards the city. It was Faba, he was here yet again to spread my name in bad faith. To warn the people of Alola that when disaster struck I'd be involved someway or another. It honestly didn't really matter what that farmer said about me. Whether he had my back or not as long as Faba had power his voice would carry out into the minds of the people leaving me to forever live this life as a vagabond. Well at lest I could sleep under a roof with companions that brought comfort and acceptance. Even if my day time persona had a reputation of its own that brought trouble with it.

Pausing for only a minute more my mind races with ideas that bring a sense of morbid ease. One day I'll stop that Faba and his stupid Aether Crew no matter what it takes to do so. "Lets just go. We don't want to be any more late than we already are." I say to Cass and Ark as we board the boat and ride the waves that would take us back to home, our smelly, rainy, yet welcoming home.

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*Tap Tap Tap*

The sounds of aggravated nails tapped rhythmacticly on the side of the president of the Aether Foundations chair. Although a word has yet to be spoken between the president and her right hand man Faba, the tension that filled the air would suffocate anyone with even half the willpower both shared.

After a good long minute the cautious Branch Chief managed to speak allowed first.

"Now I know that this may seem like a fluke"

"Is that what you would call a pack of rampaging Tauros that nearly destroyed a city full of tourists Faba?" Her words were precise as ever and harsh like a winters breeze. The president was loosing her patience as imagery of todays events flashed on her laptops screen. "Can they trace this back to us, or are you so full of yourself that you might as well have attached a giant neon sign proclaiming your the one responsible for this happening!?"

As her words bit jnto the heart of her subordinate, Faba was doing a well enough job to not let that shake his compsure.

"*clearing his throat* No. No one knows it was our doing"

Bresthing a sigh of relief, Madame Lusamine took the brief moment of calmness to address Faba in a more respectful manor.

"Well do tell me what exactly you were hoping to get out of this?" *Tap Tap Tap* her fingers danced across the chair. "Well? You do know how I hate surprises, Faba."

"Of course Mrs. Lusa . . I I mean Madame President Lusamine. Mrs. Madame President Lusamine. *Sigh* Listen I know you've been quite busy with the search of Cosmog, but I have a theory that would help put that search aside . ."

The sound of Lusamine standing from her chair caused Faba to hault on his speech. Despite pure beauty radiating from Mrs. Lusamine a subtle storm of anger was brewing as side of her hair began to stand in annoyance and disgust.

"Faba . . . are you suggesting we give up on everything I've fought my way to earn on a "theory"?"

Stepping back in an attempt to defend himself Faba was doing everything he could to dismiss Lusamines worry.

"Oh no no no no! Not at all! For you uh hm see, this theory is proven, and not to mention I have no intention to squash your progress! Cosmog will have their play in all this. I just believe that this theory will work much better in the meantime rather than you having our workers running their tails off to find Cosmog!"

Sitting back in her chair Lusmaine's curiosity was peaked as she motioned for Faba to keep talking.

"Very well, Mrs. Madame President Lusamine. This device that I have developed has the power to harness a Pokemon's full potential. All its raw power stored within it can be released at the flip of a switch. I am sure you have seen the power that one Tauros has released! Although, uhhh destructive was that first test subject, it still proves my theory in full! If we can find a few replacement Pokemon to act as our fuel to open the Ultra Worm holes, we can use our assets to focus on this project first while we find someone to focus on hunting down that cosmog for us! That way you get both your portal and cosmog ready at the same time." Giddy did Faba feel while describing his master to plan to the only person who he deemed worthy of looking up to. Despite his worries of failing his ego would also be around to reel him back to his old self-centered self.

However Lusamine wasn't yet satisfied, as a wrench in their plans always kept coming back to haunt them from making further progress. "And what of her?" Lusamike flashed an image of my Spinarakwoman prrsona on screen. "I'm not too fond of bug's Faba. Such gross, nasty creatures. Always in the way. Always unwanted yet they crawl around as if they own the place. Makes me want to dig my heels into them." She barley choled out that last part with disgust in mouth.

"Oh yes yes yes! Of course, Mademe President Lusamine, not to worry at all! She'll be out of hair before you know it. Just leave her in my hands. One lowly farmer isn't enough of a source to shake the people's opinions of her. That bug is mine." Faba decides to dismiss himself from Lusamines office. The blinding hallway lights guided him to his bunker of toys below the Aether Foundations main floors. Workers were busy as ever testing, testing, and retesting some more of Faba's endless theories. While Faba loomed over them, his workers he saw as nothing more than drones, he called out to them from above in his office. "Attention all who can hear me. Listen close and do well to spread my word. We are halting all production of mission Cosmog! A far more important matter needs to be attended to first, made by none other than yours truly! Now, we mustn't get ahead of ourselves, your hard work on Cosmog will not be in vain. It will just be pushed to a later date. Our new line of duties shall be focused on Project "Realse Potential". I repeat Project "Realse Potential" is now in full affect as of right now! Do I make myself clear?"

A crowd of silent nods can be seen from up above. Like Faba expected all his underlings stopped in their tracks and began awaiting for orders and missions to be handed out. All previous projects were put on pause, as the room littered in half baked coding sessions and piles of papers and 3D-Models of tests, were left scattered on tables and chairs all around the area.

"I know all of you will do well to serve me and prove me right! The president is expecting great things coming from each and every one of you. Be mindful of how replacable each and every last one of you are to this organization. So why not do things together? Keep each other in line. Trust me when I say you don't want to be the one that causes this organization to fail." As Faba watches his workers scatter around like Durants, eager for their new assignments he can't help but allow for the anger he holds towards me to fester im his stomach. I made him look like a fool today, in front of the president no less. Thinking to himself, his hands gripped tightly to the railings, today would be the one and only time I'd ever make a fool of him. Today I become, number one on Faba's internal hate list.

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The pittering and pattering of rain continued to trickle down onto the mansion. The vibrating sounds of snoring rang throughout the Shady House that was currently occupied by Team Skull and all their grunts. All expect for one and that grunt was myself.

Three hours to start and three hours to end. I wouldn't consider it six hours outright as I half to wake up halfway through to do my routine at night. Why do I do this you may be wondering. Well as far as I know my enemies don't sleep either. Although I've only caught the Aether Foundation around Ula'Uula at night doing Arceus knows what, I still feel shaken by the idea that they venture out to this island at all. The last thing I need is for them to be plotting at night and, next thing I know I'm caught blindsided or worse. So I make rounds around certain spots I think they'd be occupying and once I believe they're not around I head back. However these night escapeds tend to only leave me room for three hours of sleep before I have to wake up again to feed the crew. Now it doesn't take a doctor to know that what I am doing can't be healthy in the long run. . . but I can't stop now. This is my life now! I have to do this. I just can't sleep easy knowing my life is at risk.

I just can't!

I just can't!

I just can't.

I just can't . .

I just . . .

*Beep Beep Beep*

Rolling over to my right side I look at my phones alarm and nearly have a heart attack when I notice the time.

"GOD .. . fucking . .ahhhhhh. JAY!"

It was a quarter to 10:00. Cursing my way out the bedroom, I bump and stumble my way towards the vacant bathroom. I must have shook the damn house with how badly I was slamming into the walls and railing with each step I took. My head was spinning slightly, and I tried my best to not fall face first onto the bathroom floor. Grabbing whatever hair brush was closest to me, I began brushing both teeth and hair simultaneously in order to speed up my already rushed morning. Feeling as if I had sprayed enough dry shampoo and spray deodorant I nearly trip down the stairs to get to the kitchen. That is until a firm hand grabs my shoulders and slams me down onto one of frayed living room chairs. About to chew out the person who done this I clam up immediately when my eyes are pierced by none other Guzma's darkened grey eyes.

I did not know where to start or how to explain my lack of presence this morning. I was tired, yes, but that shouldn't have been an excuse for sleeping past my alarm. My body was starting to tense up as I rubbed the harsh dirty cloth of the old chair. I could barely even look Guzma in the eyes wondering what he was going to say to me.

A deep sigh would soon escape his lips. Seating himself in a chair next to me he finally spoke.

"Quit the worrin' alright. Breakfast will be ready soon."

"Breakfast? But . ." the sounds of muffled cussing and dropped pans rang outside the kitchen doors.

"Now is it so hard for you to focus on some eggs Jay?" A familiar female voice was lecturing a very frustrated Jay.

"Shut it CASS! I was trying to open up this can of beans . . but the fucking can opener .. .is FUCK! Stuck! It's stuck!"

Another voice would pipe up in response to Jays miniature tantrum. "Ahhaha! Do you need some help there big boy? A little can opening should be no problem for someone like me."

"Ark! Keepin' mouths shut also applies to you! . . Arceus! . . ach! Ughhh . . how does Zesty even work this . . damn . . stupid . ."

Growing restless in my chair I offer to go and help keep my friends from burning thr kitchen down but once again Guzma's rough hand keeps me planted in my seat.

"Guzma! Let me handle this! . . look if your upset with me I ugh I can fix this! Okay? I'm sorry I'll do better. ."

"Oh my god . . will you just sit down? I'm not mad or nothin'!"

Planted in my seat yet I could barely get my word in as Guzma started giving me what I could only assume to be an attempt at a pep talk.

"Hey . . you still can't sleep right?"

I nod shamefuly.

"*Sighing his delinquent smirk can't help but shine through* and let me guess. . if I push your ass for some answers you won't cough em up? What is it like medical? Playin' video games all night? Sneaking off to see some secret lover?"

That last part nearly gave me a heart attack as I clenched up in my seat.

Guzma noticed but didn't decide to ask more about it. "Tsk whateve' you're more grown then the rest I guess. What are you seventeen, eighteen?"

"Nineteen" I say blankly.

"Yep . .can't leash you. If that is what you're doin'. However whateve' you're up to Zesty, you are still a part of these team and that means holdin' down a few responsibilities." His voice grows stern but not mean. "I ain't gonna kick you out or nothin'. Hehe I mean shit, just look at those idiots in the kitchen. This crew needs you, but seenin' that you ain't gettin' any better about what's keepin' you up at night I ain't opposed to lettin' you sleep in."

Gleaming up at him I really wanted to take Guzma up on his offer. Trust me I really really did, but who was going to cook in place of me? Do I really need the extra sleep? I mean I've been holding up fine so far? Right?

"Woah easy with the worried look sweetheart. I've already talked this over with Plums. You just need to give us the word and you'll be back between the sheets in no time."

Hearing a subtle "Yo" from across the room, our admin and well loved big sis' Plumeria was lounging on the couch. ". . . I don't mind if that's what you are worried 'bout. We can take turns cooking on separate days. . . *she shrugs her shoulders will scrolling through her phone*. . but that means you do the laundry and dishes on days you're not cooking. I don't care when it gets done it just needs to be done. Okay?" Looking back at me gives me a gentle smile before it fades away back at her phone's screen.

While I contemplate my choices, sleep or staying with what I've been doing, breakfast is finally served. Albeit, burnt to shit but I appreciate the effort. Looking back at Guzma I tell him my thoughts. "You sure you're fine with this?"

He shrugs his shoulders as nonchalant as ever "Yeah, I guess."

Smiling softly, I can't help but feel a sense of peace for once. "Yeah, I guess I am fine with it too. . . thanks."

For the first time in long time. Sleep came to me easily tonight and for a whole lot of nights that were to come.

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Team Skull x Black Belt reader:

Team: Blaziken, Medicham

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*SMASH* *CRASH* *SHATTER*

You groan externaly as you make your way down the main stairs and into the living room. If it wasn't the boss, your fellow grunts couldn't help but let out their frustrations via throwing plates and chairs until someone got too tired to care anymore. When it comes to infighting, from forgetting to give back someones lipstick to straight up calling someone a "pisshead" for no reason if someone wanted to fight there would be no stopping them. Usually other grunts would leave the premises or sit back and watch. Though, when it got too much Big sis would usually step in and try to break it up.

However the more busy she got the more fights would occur. Not that it bothers you any. Not your problem but man did it make it hard some days to simply get a sandwich when you and other grunts are dogging flying bottles and the occasional swing of a stool. On one of these afternoons you had enough of the bickering and shouts of "BRO I DID NOT CALL YOU A DUMBASS YOU DUMBASS!" followed by "YOU JUST DID YOU FUCKING MORON" soon then replaced by sounds of slapping and knocking into walls. It was all so overwhelming, and you were trying to just enjoy your off time with Blaziken!

Stomping down the stairs your presence didn't break the growing tension. You weren't exactly the intimidating type like Guzma but, you didn't hold any seriousness like Plumeria either. If either of them entered the room they brought about respect and authority that made the whole group hush up in an instant. However you were not going to let your short stature and soft appearance keep you from some much needed peace and quiet. Walking towards the crowd of grunts who were too busy chanting and roasting each other to notice your body, you pushed and shoved your way towards to center to try and break up the fight.

Chants of "Fight! Fight! Fight!" rang around you as you tried to tell the two grunts to stop.

(Y/N): Alright! *You try getting there attention*. That's enough! *The chanting doesn't stop. You try reasoning with everyone instead.* Guys! Seriously?!? You know if big Sis were here she'd have you all scampering back to your rooms! You know the boss will be pissed when he finds one more stoll bashed into the wall!

Still nothing. Some grunts try to calm it down a little but the fight is still on as more swings and punches are hurled at each other. Your patience was growing thin as you tried to step in between the two grunts going at it in hopes they'd stop if someone got between them.

(Y/N): Guys! Seriously, stop!! *You try grabbing one of their shoulders, only for you to be shoved out the way.* Enough! *Again you try to step between them but they just shove you again.* Enough! Shit! *One last bump in your side sends you into a tiz as your Blaziken grabs ahold one of the grunts. The one that bumped into you was soon bound up in a arm lock by none other than yourself.* Fucking enough already!!! Shit! Look around you! The fucking mess you made over nothing! Literally nothing! You all better have nothing better going on so you can get this shit cleaned up before the boss comes back!

As silence fills the air the grunts stare at you in awe as your body is currently pinning someone who is twice your size with little strain. Looking at the crowd yourself you start to worry if you've oversteped your fellow friends. It's not like you have any position to hurl out threats. Releasing the grunt from your grasp, Blaziken does the same with his. The whole crowd continues to blankly stare at you until the grunt you pinned speaks up.

Grunt Zain: That was . . . That WAS AWESOME! Do it again.

(Y/N): what.

Grunt Zain: That ninja shit! Whatever you just did to me! Do it again!

Other grunts start speaking in approval.

Grunt Clair: Oh EM GEE! Like no way! No wayyy! That was like some super tough street fighter thing you just did!

Grunt Val: Yeah! Yeah! Yo like what you've been holding back this super cool trick from us or somethin'?

Waving your hands in protest you weren't used to all the attention. You normally kept to yourself and didn't really put yourself out there as a grunt. Not to mention you weren't exactly open about your past either. To be fair not a whole lot were, but some of the grunts did try to at least ask about your Pokemon since they weren't from Alola. You would then shrug them off saying you used to live in Hoenn and you tried their gym trials there before quitting and moving to Alola. Although that was true, you didn't exactly open up as much as they wanted to hear. The real reason you moved was when you started losing taekwondo tournaments left and right. Your parents weren't exactly the forgiving type either. What was supposed to be a fun activity turned nightmarish when demands from parents caused you to turn this hobby into a lifestyle you didn't want to be a part of anymore. You just weren't expecting the skills you required to remain even after years if not using them.

Grunt Zain: Yo! Dude you gonna say somethin'?

(Y/N): .. .what . . uh no! No! This is not happening!

The grunts unanimously: Uhh! WHY NOT?!?

Grunt Zain: But . . but yo and the. . twist thing you did with my fucking arm! That was tight!

Grunt Val: and not to mention super cool!

(Y/N): *Flustered* listen it . .it was just a fluke I probably can't do anything else!

The group speak again: There's more!!!

Well there was no stopping them when the got all rilled up. Out the front and straight to the back of the shady house the group practically dragged you along, bombarding you with questions about any other tricks you had. Standing in the open grass the crew sat idle, waiting for you to "show your stuff".

(Y/N): Wait! Ya'll aren't being serious?! I can't just start beating you guys for fun!

Grunt Zain: Ayye who cares about all that? Who said you's beatin us up? I'm sure you can idk . . backflip or something like . .do more cool ninja shit!

The group chimes in: Yeah! More ninja shit!

Shaking your head you start thinking about what all you can show them. It has been a while and you were a bit rusty but luckily with Blaziken and now Medicham who decided to come out of their nap, you felt a bit happy again to have people want to see your skills.

(Y/N): *deep breath* Okay. If you want to see me do stuff . .ugh. Sit down and watch! Cuz I am gonna try me best to not look stupid in front of you. Alright *You nod along with your Pokemon* Let's do this.

For the better half of the morning you spent your time exhausting every bit of trick you could remember. From simple kicks and punches to full blown Poomsae's and forms. You're Pokemon would follow along in their own right occasionally sprinkling in boughts of fire and psychic magic to make lame stances seem cooler than they actually are. Now looking at yourself through a critical lens you were bad. Oh man if your old judges could see you now they'd pick and jab at every little mistake you were making. What? You were rusty. It's been a while it was only natural you'd forget some of the Poomsae patterns and miss a kick or two but they, your friends, your family didn't know that.

To the crew you were this cool ass kicking person who was doing the dopest coolest ninja moves in front of their very eyes! Simple jabs and stances would be reason enough to scream and hype you up at every moment. It was something you missed dearly about Taekwondo. When your parents turned it into their thing, making it a competitive nightmare, no more cheers or compliments were given out, but now you felt like a star. Someone worth praising about.

As soon as you were done with all the moves you could remember, some of the grunts started asking about fighting again.

Grunt Val: So Like uhh that Poomsoo stuff . . .

(Y/N): PoomSAE!

Gurnt: Yeah Yeah! Whatever. . That move stuff you say its pretend fighting, right?

(Y/N): Yeah that's pretty much what they are. When you do em you're supposed to act as if there are other people around you that you are fighting against, but in reality we don't actually do all that in a real life situation.

Grunt Zain: Thought so. I didn't see you do that arm thing at all during your move stuff.

(Y/N): That arm "thing", is called an arm bar, and yeah in real life we have actual self defense techniques that are more effective. Poomsae is just to give visualization. Other self defense techniques are more along the lines of being able to deescalate a fight or stop someone from harming you.

The more you described the different types of self defense techniques the more excited the group got. Each member seemed to be chopping at the bit to try and urge you to showcase these techniques. Once again you tried to dismiss their enthusiasm.

(Y/N): Wait wait wait NO! Come on! Again?!? I already told you I am not fighting! You guys could get seriously hurt!

Grunt Zain: Aww stop screwin around! I am fine! My arm is fine.

Grunt Clair: Like uh yeah! We will so totally stop you if we get hurt. Nothin' to worry about!

Seeing the pleading eyes of a group of grunts staring back at you there was definitely no stopping them this time. Sighing you gave in and allowed to show them any self defense movws you had still stashed in your brain. Only on one condition, that they immediately stop if anyone felt any pain at all.

Starting off you went up to each member and, lightly, gave them a demonstration of what Zain got earlier this morning. Each grunt didn't even care that they were essentially agreeing to get manhandled for entertainment. Twisting, bending, and rotating their bodies, arms, and legs you carefully explained each technique and how each one functions in a fight. At some point you were grappling and suppressing grunts twice your size with ease as each member cheered you on. However, just as you predicted, things took a turn for the worst when Zain hissed out in pain when you were showing him how to get out of a choke hold.

Grunt Zain: *Hiss* aw fuck . . *cough*

(Y/N): *In a rushed voice* Aw . no no no no no no. OMG are are. . are you okay! Fuck Aww I am so so sorry . . Ahhhh this is why I didn't want to do this .

You're cries were cut off by the sound of laughter? Zain, was laughing?? Before you had time to compose yourself you were suddenly mer inches away from colliding with a fist to the face as Zain screams out. "SURPRISE ATTACK"

An old, yet dirty trick in the book. Hell your old instructor pulled that one on you back when you first started fighting. Feining injury to surprise attack your opponent. With power and a leap from the floor Zain was launching at you with full force. You didn't think you still had it in you. You were so sure that because you hadn't physically fought anyone in so long your body would have forgotten this. Though full of surprises, your body like instinct side stepped out of Zains path and cup kicked his side. On the same note like you expected his body went flying in the other direction as he wasn't protected by any gear.

(Y/N): OH MY ARCEUS ZAIN ARE YOU FUCKING OKAY. I AM SO SORRY!!!

As Zain lays nearly motionless he eventually picks himself up not before a crowd of cheering can be heard behind you.

Unanimously: Stomp em! Smash em! Beat em down! (Y/N), will throw you to the ground! Yeah yuah!

(Y/N): *High pitched* WHAT!

Like clockwork, although with a bit less umpf Zain was charging back at you again ready to take all you could dish out to him. Dodging and kicking. Dodging and kicking. What felt like forever you managed to wear him down as Zain became a sulking, sweaty mess. His attempts at fighting back were weak punches and sloppy footsteps at best, yet despite all that he still wanted to see you fight with all you got. Stepping up to him you go for one last push kick, one good one to knock him off his feet once and for all.

A loud noise breaks through the crowd: Aye YO! WTF is this shit?!?

Stepping into the hustle and bustle of ghr grunts was none other than Guzma and Plumeria. Now coming back to the house and witnessing a fight breaking out was nothing oit of yge ordinary but you being in the mix? Yeah it was fucking weird and not only that but it doesn't look as if you are breaking a sweat either.

Plumeria: Alright! Break it up! *mumbling to herself* Fucking leave you here for an hour and none of y'all can behave.

(Y/N): *running up to them you shakily try to explain whats going on* H . Hey *out of breath* Let me . . Explain!

But before you could speak your suddenly face first into the dirt as Zain tackles you to the ground the second your back was turned. Not even acknowledging the fact that Guzma was standing right in front of him Zain was too busy hooting and celebrating knocking you over. The rest of the group is silently shaking in their shoes as they try to process what the fuck just happened. As Zain continues to celebrate himself, his short lived victory is thrown away the second you sweep his leg causing him to fall on his ass. The second he lands you leap back into action pinning his larger form and locking his arm in a way that if he moves ever so slightly, it'll send jolts of pain throughout his body rendering him finished.

(Y/N): *Angered* Say it!

Zain: huh?!

(Y/N): *Louder* SAY IT!!

Zain: *Pained* Ackk alright! Alright *oww* stop! *groan* I'm done! I'm done!

Letting him go you get off of his back as you help to pick him back off of the floor. Rubbing dirt and grime off your body you turn back to face a very bewildered Guzma and Plumeria.

(Y/N): *strained laughing* ah ha ha ha . . heyyyy?

Sighing to yourself you can't help but smile.

(Y/N): Soooo *You kick the ground while shrugging your shoulders* wanna see me do some cool tricks? I doubt the rest of the group is gonna say no. . again.

Looking at the group they nod their heads eagerly, hungry for more.

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Giovanni: 🕶❤🐈‍⬛🚀

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Maxie: 🔥🌋❤👓

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Courtney: 😈❤🌌🌋

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Archie: 💙🦈🌊⚓

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Shelly: 👙💙🐋🪸

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Cyrus: 🌌💬🫥💜

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Colress: 💛🦠💻🥼

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Lysander: 🔥🧡🦁💥

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Guzma: 🎧🖤🪲☠️

Guzma x Lolita reader: P1, P2

Guzma x Self Insert/OC: Prologue, Chatper 1, Chapter 2,

Guzma x Burnt Out Reader : 💢

Guzma x Injured reader: 🩼

Guzma x Bug Catcher Reader:🪲

Plumeria: 💖☠️🦎🍬

Plumeria x Injured reader: 🩼

Team Skull/Grunts: ☠️💥🦇🛑

Team Skull x Ex-Black Belt Reader : 🥋

Team Skull x Injured reader: 🩼

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Guzma x Amber(Zesty)

a Spinarakwomen AU.

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Chapter one: Out Like a Light

Silence, a once beautiful thing that I find myself missing so dearly. A creak or two here and there. The light buzz of the old air conditioner out back. The occasional cry of a flyby Skarmory in the night overhead. All gentle and subtle, would their noise soon be followed by silence.

Silence

Silence

Silence

*BEEP BEEP BEEP*

Groaning in my shared bed I mutter to myself.

"Aww . m m Don't . . no . . please no."

I feel the calm shakes from the rough skinned hands of my roommates drowzee. Turning over to face him the yellow psychic Pokemon chuckles to himself mischievously.

Gazing back at him I don't care what he has to say to me I am not getting up and the same goes to his trainer. I stare at him blankly between thick covers before promptly turning back towards the wall. Nope, not happening I tell him.

***Human Female-the sun rises***

I groan in agreement but my body does not move from it's contorted position. In fact I feel myself drifting closer to the wall as the soft blankets and old mattress call for me to stay here.

Silence, Silence and more Silence until a thump and a crack, my body jolts into consciousness. Wiping my head back around I turn to face not only my roommates drowzee but my roommate himself who's looking less then thrilled.

"Yo, Yo, Yo What the hell are you doing?!" Jay my roommate is currently throwing the bedsheets off my body. The cool room air felt glacial on my bare skin. Standing up too fast I find myself only capable of shuffling my feet around the room in order to remain balanced and awake enough to search for my clothes. A pair of black ripped sweatpants and, my baggy skull shirt that drapes over my body as I grab the matching accessories that go with my DIY uniform.

"Come onnnnn. We are starving Yo!" Jay tries clapping to get me to wake up but it only further annoys me as I feel a headache forming. Luckily his drowzee is much more caring even if he acts so elusive. Turning to him he softly speaks to me.

*Human female - Patience . .Be patient*

Smiling at him softly I am left little room to even give him a thank you glance as Jay is dragging me by the arms and out of our room.

Despite his lanky appearance, Jay tried his best to both shield and shove me away from the nagging grunts that laced the halls of this rundown mansion. He, and his longer arms would shoo off the many flying zubats who were hoping I'd drop some berries from my pockets when breakfast was taking too long for them. They would screech profanities they had learn from their trainers before flying off in a haste. The noises around me of everyones voice, human and 'mon would ring in my ears as I tried to concentrate on one spot in hopes of not losing my mind.

As Jay continued to guide me, we wound up in the bathroom. Although the other girls were almost done, I still had time to wash my face and change into my clothes as Jay shut the door behind me.

A shared bathroom is no surprise when you live in a home with nearly thirty other people. Us women were allowed to use the bathroom together first thing in the morning as we changed and did our duties without much judgment. However, my reocurring exhaustion made it to where I'd miss more and more of the bathroom times resulting in me changing in the bedroom which was a gamble of who could walk in at any given moment. On top of that my hair was more brittle with each passing day and my face was sweaty and porous as acne appeared more frequently like a child hitting puberty. However, the worst was the smell of my BO which finally convinced me that I needed to, or someone else needed to, force me out of bed no matter how tired I felt.

As I silently brushed my teeth, I slowly began changing into the clothes I had gathered while I tried my best to fight off the remaining groggines I was feeling. Shoving my way out the bathroom, the remaining grunts and I make our way into the kitchen. Some grunts cook for themselves if they need to be out as soon as they're finished eating. The others sit down in their worn arm chairs and broken stools waiting for me, the so called "chef", to cook them food with whatever ingredients we have laying around the house. Some days we get by with eggs and sausages with maybe a dash of cooked onions and hot sauce. Other days the best I can conjur up is some cinnamon and sugar milk with cornflake cereal and hope that nothing I used was expired. Thankfully no one complained, at least not because of my skills. A few comments might be thrown around but they know better that in this life some days you'll be eating plain mashed potatoes and at least it's better than starving.

On this day the grunts that Guzma sent out to collect my ingredients actually listened. The pantry was stocked with ready made meals, a few vegetables here and there, and plenty of cans of beans, rice, and fruits enough to last us about a week and a half of meals. The only department we lacked was, flavor as salt, pepper and the occasional paprika were stashed away somewhere within the pantry. I can't help but solomnly smile and shake my head. Well it's not like we're living the life of luxury.

Grabbing what I needed for todays breakfast, I start mixing and stirring as generously as I could. If I stretch out the amount I can use with each ingredient I might be able to turn our stockpile into two weeks. When grunts go off to get ingredients without me whether they use the money to buy what I need or they steal everything is out of my control. Not that I care how they get it, but some days they show up with only small bags of food which can make or break how many meals one eats in a day. When I tag along I do end up paying for everything. As much as I tried to convince Guzma to put the money elsewhere he even admitted that money on food was never money wasted. Besides the last thing we need is for every grocery store and market to ban us from ever setting foot within ten feet of their doors. Sometimes to live this life means kissing ass for those who don't understand us.

Ploping down the last bit of batter into the muffin trays I send them off to bake into our somehow still functioning oven. If I counted right there should be enough berry muffins for each person to munch on throughout the morning as they come and go with their missions and activities. While they cooked I began preparing the berries and beans for our residential Pokemon Pals. A few have already tried sneaking some goodies behind my back but like toddlers their voices are much to loud for me to ignore as I shoo them out the kitchen.

Oh, right. To adress the Donphan in the room. One of the weird changes to my body when I became Spinarakwoman wasn't the sticking to the walls or the fact that a broken finger can heal itself within a few hours. What became a normal part of my new reality was the lack of silence that once existed within my brain. The sounds of Pokemon no longer spoke out in cries. They had voices, thoughts, and feelings like you and me. However, not being fully Pokemon in brain, their spoken words came out in incomplete sentences. Once a head only filled with conversations from my fellow humans, the conversations among Pokemon companions entered the scene as my world became a cocophony of sound. It was like I was a preschool teacher with a class full of toddlers trying to use what little words they knew to speak, as a conference call filled with hundreds of blabbering voices rang outside my classroom doors. I never really knew a moment of silence again for the night never stopped to hush up for my sake. The sound of Pikipek spouting lyrics but never holding a tune in my ears became my new normal whether I enjoyed it or not.

I tend to avoid the group now. As if it wasn't already bad before in this shady house, I definitely wouldn't be able to hear any conversation now since their Zubats and Drowzees had a lot to say with what little they could say. Retreating in my shared room was my only solece, but thankfully it wasn't always so lonely. Jay was that welcoming factor as he rarely spoke above a yell and kept to himself most days as he read comic books or scrolled on his phone. His Drowzee is surprisingly gentle and a lot more well spoken than other Pokemon I had the misfortune of listening in on. Then there was Guzma, the big bad bug boss man himself. I wouldn't say we are friends but rather friendly than the others. We've talked occasionally here and there and he is appreciative of my support in all this even if he has a hard time expressing that. Since I am in the shady house more than the others we have more time to ourselves to talk and joke about whatever. Though honestly, the best days are when we don't speak at all and enjoy the rare silence. When grunts are off doing their thing Guzma actually prefers sitting in the large living room as it gives him more space to care for his crew of bugs. On more than one Occasion I actually got to pet his big powerhouse of a bug, Golisopod, who despite being so massive and intimidating speaks rarely even to his own bug friends. Though, I am sort of forced by Guzma not to share that fact as he is sure that if I did blabber about being close with the bosses bug more than a few grunts would want to fight me for that position.

As the broken chime of the oven dings and I finish mashing and cutting the berries I gather as many plates as I can carry and head off to feed this hungry crew of misfists.

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Through the shoving and the grabbing I managed to put the food down without dropping anything. Like starving Mandibuzz, they all fought their way to the muffins while their own Pokemon were chowing down on the berries. Stepping back I head back into the kitchen to catch my breath. Leaning on the counter my tired state envolped me yet again the minute I felt at rest. At this rate if I am not constantly doing something I am doomed to fall asleep were I stand.

A sudden knocking on the kitchen doorframe spooked me awake. "Hey Zesty I wanna talk to ya." That oh so familiar gruff voice was none other than Guzma himself. I hadn't even noticed that the living room outside hushed up when Guzma came around. He just seemed to have that affect on others considering he is our boss and all. As his larger than life form sauntered into the kitchen carrying power and confidence in each stride he still seemed way more relaxed around me than any other member besides Plumeria. Relaxing himself next to me he begins discussing my mission for the day.

"Hey we have a problem."

I snort "Coming from your mouth that could mean anything."

Guzma jokingly shakes his head at me "I mean we have a food problem."

Curiously I look back at him while I walk around the kitchen cleaning up after myself. "Um thought the grunts got enough food for us already?"

"No not that. . . the berries, you used the last of them right?"

"Shit did I?!" Looking into the left side cupboard I realize Guzma is right as I feel around the empty sack of what's supposed to be full of berries. "Fuck" I mutter to myself.

Guzma laughs slightly while patting my shoulders. "Yep can't have our Pokemon starve either. That's where you come in."

". . . Oh nah . nah nah nah nah." I playfully wave my hands around in a dismissive motion as I try walking away from Guzma. "aughhh no . . please no . . Look!" I gesture at the kitchen. "I did things already! See! Made the food! That's things. Did things. Done things. No more things please!" I say the last part with a smile and soft laughter.

Guzma smiles back and just saunters back to me anyways. He turns me around to face him. "Well tough luck sweetheart. Wanna live here. Do as I say. No negotiation." He gives me a cheeky look on his face that lets me know he isn't being too serious about that, but he is right. If it involves food I am more than likely the one to be out there gathering it. Guzma reaches behind his back and shoves a small wicker basket in my hands that's beyond dusty for it's own good.

With a puzzled look I hold the basket likes its some cursed ancient artifact. "The fuck? . . *snort* where'd you get this?"

Guzma looks at me with a goofy smirk "Closet"

"Oh great! Very funny aren't we. What you think this is some picnic?" I watch as Guzma ruffles my hair before he starts turning to leave the kitchen.

Before stepping out he looks back at me one last time. "Don't be all upset like that. Looks real cute when you hold it. Oh! Yeah uh don't worry you ain't doin this mission alone either. You got Cass and Ark with ya taggin along."

I hiss a little at the thought of anyone joining me on food runs.

Guzma can't help but look back at me. "What's up? Swallowed one of Nanu's Meowths or somethin?"

"Ughhh" I rub my face. "Cass is one thing. She is at least fun to talk to but . . .Ark . .you know Guz they . they aren't exactly uhh how do I put this. They're more of a 'go out and tag a building' mission person not a grocery shopper."

Guzma laughs "Oh! Well this would be a perfect opportunity to teach them right Zesty?"

A bit annoyed I remind him of what happened last time Ark tried helping me find food. "Augh well I would be a lot more thrilled if it not for the fact that when last time I tried asking them to collect berries half their share had to be thrown away because of mold!"

As Guzma started to walk back out into the living room he called out to me one last time. "'Aight! I hear you! I hear you! But rules are rules Zesty! No parties less than three members and everyone else is hella busy soooo."

Following him a bit I start to wonder why he wanted me specifically anyways? Was he sure that no one else was capable of collecting berries? "Hey! Why do you need me anyways? I'm sure someone is just as . " Before I can finish Guzma cuts me off with a hint of seriousness in his voice.

"Look. I don't know what it is. The rain, the  . .the atmosphere . or the I don't know. Whatever it is you aren't sleeping well correct?"

I lightly nod in agreement. He's right I am getting worse and worse as each day passes, but I can't tell him. I just can't.

As Guzma sighs he rubs the back of his neck. "Listen this isn't a punishment okay?" He softly lifts my face so that my gaze meets his. "You look tired. You're starting to get worse dark circles than me." He says that jokingly. "I just think . . . that maybe going out. . and seeing the sun for once might help". Letting me go he starts to make his way back to his room. "Just focus on this. It shouldn't be a hard task and then take it easy. Okay?"

Nodding back I make my way into my own room so I can prepare my bag. ". . . Okay."

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Okay okay okay:

Here I am!!!!

My spinarak inspired spiderwoman costume for my spinarakwoman self insert x Guzma work.

Ahhhhhhh I thought the green was going to be too much but I think it turned out great!

Details:

Name: Amber/Zesty

Pronouns: She/They

Age: 19

Job (??): Team skull grunt? Admin? Uhh self proclaimed cook who makes sure the crew doesn't starve and eat chips all day.

Currently: Working undercover at night to take down the Aether Foundation who is the sole purpose of my powers, all because another one of Faba's experiments went wrong, that just so happened to chose me.

Wants: to stop Aether Foundation, besides from Faba hunting me down, but because I want to prove to Guzma that team skull doesn't need to rely on the Aether Foundation for support and that we are capable of handling our own. I don't want him to get hurt.

Does anyone know my identity: currently not.

Close friends: with a fellow skull member named Jay.

Appearance under costume: Blonde hair, white skin, blue eyes, Height: 5'4 and a half (Don't make fucking fun of me I deserve that "and a half"! Don't make me shorter than I already am!).

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Guzma x Amber(Zesty)

(a Spinarakwomen AU)

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Prologue: The story so far.

*Long Sigh* . . . Okay let's uh .  let's get this done and over with.

Hey everyone! No, too chiper . . Uh hey? No This is an intro, be confident!.  . uh  . hm. Okay, okay, okay. Deep breath in *Inhale* Deep breath out *exahle*.

Hi! Uh you might be wondering how I, an average woman, am capable of doing all of this. You know the running from building to building, the scaling walls, the uh . . swinging from street lamp to street lamp. Well, it isn't some new extreme form of Parkor. Let's just say that the craziest thing happened to me months ago that has changed my life for better and worse.

*Stopping my night swing I happen upon a TV store where the late night shows are playing. Each voice that cuts in and out spew cruel insults.*

"She's a danger!"

"She's a coward!"

"Children adore her; Parents hate her!"

"She must be locked away."

"That vigilante is not welcome here."

"She's a punk!"

"She's a disturbance."

"She's a . . .*

The sound of static fills the store as it cuts back to one giant TV. A man dressed in white and green speaks before the public. He barks at me through the screen.

"Spinarackwoman . . or whatever you call yourself. I personally would call you a no good theif and a liar as well!"

He states that last part with disdain.

"If you're out there listening . . watching. Mark my words I WILL find you. Alola has no place for troubling nuisances like yourself."

As the man walks away from the reporters, they shout for further details.

"Mr. Branch chief . . .Branch chief Faba!"

"Do you have a moment to explain!"

"Is this vigilante a danger to Alola!"

"Should the police be concerned!"

"Faba . . Faba . .Faba!"

As the news cuts back for commercials. I find myself taking all this in.

Yep, this is my new normal. So for all you folks back home, let me be clear on one thing. My name is Amber. I was an average person, with a semi-average life. I like to joke around, listen to music. I was once a late stage trial goer, started at nineteen. I hated it so I roughed around and found some people I would soon call my friends and family. I'm a gang member, where my new name became Zesty. Uh, let's just keep it brief and say it was a cooking instead gone wrong. I guess I'd call myself the cook of the group, though it's more often than not me just cooking grilled cheese and fries but, . . . I am getting side tracked. Anyways that life became my new normal until one day, one simple mission, changed my life into this one.

By day I am still very much a normal, Team Skull grunt, who wants to see the best happen to my crew. But, by nighot as far as I am aware, I am Alola's one and only Spinarakwoman, and trust me when I say it has not been easy.

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Current Team:

Sylveon, Gothitelle, Ribombee, Comfey, Vivillon (Marine)

Guzma:

•A few weeks had passed since your outing with Guzma and in that time you've gotten accustomed to the rest of the gang.

•You spend your days, battling, hanging out, and going on more adventures with Guzma that the two of you had gotten pretty close.

•Today was like amy other day in Alola, sunny, hot and perfect for some battling and relaxing.

•Sitting amongst the many flowers of Ula'Ula Medow you brush your Ribombee, thanking them for giving it their all against Guzma.

•Guzma: *Stretching before seating himself next to you* Augh! Haha you did pretty good out there today. Swore you almost had me beat this time.

•(Y/N): *Giggling* Hmpf You really think so?

•Guzma: Ehhh. .

•You playful punch his side while your Ribombee proceeds to circle around Guzma.

•Guzma: Haha hey! I do mean it! You're crew put up a good fight. Shame you don't have more.

•(Y/N): Tsk well you knowww, you could just not use all your team!

•Guzma: And wheres the fun in that? *Guzma is now petting your Ribombee* From what it sounds like you just don't want to get another member. Why is that?

•You sort of give him a side glare, not the mean kind, more along the "are you seriously asking that?" variety.

•Looking you up and down, Guzma laughs to himself while ruffling his hair.

•Guzma: Right! Right! You have your theme thing going on.

•(Y/N): *You playfully scoff* As if! Says the guy who only specializes in one type!

•Guzma: Come onnn! That ain't so strange now. Plenty of trainers specialize in one type! Not that many have a theme as intense as yours though. *he starts waving his hands to try and backpeddle once he sees the lool on your face* Not.. Not that it's weird or anything! Just makes it pretty limiting. Hmmm.

•Guzma starts to think about any Pokemon that would come to mind that might align with your style.

•(Y/N): Hehe. Any grand ideas genius?

•Guzma: *He waves you off* Tsk girl let me think!

•You roll your eyes. Typical leave it to the bug specialist to only have bugs on his mind. This wasn't the first case his bug brain got you in hot water. Barely scrapped by during last weeks triva night when the topic of "who:s that pokemon" was assigned to his and yours team. You were doing so well up until that poimt until Mr."The bad boss who beats you down and never loses" made you look like a fool due to his lack of pokemon knowledge beyond just bugs!

•To be fair it's not like you had any luck either. Growing up you only familiarized yourself with Pokemon that you deemed "pretty" to some extent.

•Which became your downfall when forming a proper team for the Alola Trials as you became the picky type when searching for Mons'.

•Being on an island was already limiting in its own right to the kinds of Pokemon that could inhabit it so sucking it up and traveling with three Pokemon has been your norm thus far.

•The sound of Guzma standing up rapidly only to shout "I got it!", snapped you back into reality.

•He was holding out his hand ushering you to stand were he promptly started dragging you along near the docks.

•(Y/N): Yo Yoahhhh! Whe. . where are we going?!!

•Guzma: Uhh the boats? Where else?

•(Y/N): Isn't it a bit early to be going on some grand adventure right now?

•Guzma: Nope! Perfect time! Ain't no one's gonna be around besides us taking that boat to Akala.

•(Y/N): What?!? I thought you hated leaving Ula'Ula island? Besides aren't you kinda banned from taking the boats?

•Guzma: Yeah so? What are they gonna do, fight me? Now move it or lose it! I wanna get to Akala and off of it as soon as I can!

•(Y/N) *Catching up to Guzma's speed* Ack! Alright! Arceus you're so pushy!

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•Walking through Lush Jungle you couldn't believe how peaceful this place could be. Thanks to your trial and all the trainers, you hardley spent any time in this forest.

•Since it was stupid early in the morning any trainers that did cross your path quickly turned the other way when the noticed Guzma with you.

•The hum of pinsirs and wooshing sounds of trees swaying made this forrest feel otherworldly. Being able to walk past various Pokemon from Butterfrees to Morelulls was lovely as well. From what you remember from your trial, many of the Pokemon were hiding away from the comotion of trainers and of those that were around fled the scene when the Totem Laurantis appeared.

•Walking around aimlessly, admiring all that was around you, Guzma had finally pulled you back to reality, calling you over to show you something.

•(Y/N): Ouhh uh Yeah! I'm coming! *You run over to where you heard his voice as your body is pulled to the ground* Dude! Warn a girl next time you want to get all handsy!!

•Guzma: Shhhs if you stay quiet we can get this done and over with before more people spot me!

•(Y/N): Oh! SORRY! Ever the informative are we? You have a terrible habit of being so secretive you know that?

•Guzma: SHH!

•(Y/N): UGh!

•Sitting in awkward silence you begin to wonder what you guys were waiting in a bush for. Well logic would dictate it has to be a Pokemon but what did Guzma know that you didn't? There were nothing but bug types and fomantis around that didn't exactly interest you.

•Waiting and waiting and waiting some more you jolt into alertness when Guzma starts rapidly tapping on your shoulders trying to guide your sight to what he spotted.

•Guzma: Look! Look! Look!

•(Y/N): Whatttt! I'm looking. I'm Looking!

•Guzma: *He spins you around so that you can face his direction. He points to a nearby clearing* See! Now's your chance!

•(Y/N): Chance for whaaa whoahh!

•You've been pushed into the clearing where a Comfey can be seen flying about. The Pokemon is a bit frightened by the sudden appearance of you, but it doesn't immediately run away.

•(Y/N): *You turn back to face Guzma* So this is what you dragged me out here for?!

•Guzma: Yes! Now quit talking and get to catching that Comfey before it runs away!!

•Turning back to face the wild Comfey you noticed it was gone. Feeling a tad sad you let it get away, and after all the waiting Guzma did, you turn to face Guzma again but there was the Comfey. It was entrenched, as it circled your body with awe and wonder. You were wearing a pastel yellow dress, with a nice fluffy petticoat underneath. The pattern resembled a florgess playing amongst a field of wildflowers and sparkles. This wild comfey must have mistaken the flowers and ruffles to be real petals as it inched closer to get a better look.

•You slowly reached out to it, as it drew back only to realize that your hand wasn't a threat. The comfey allowed you to gently stroke it  but any more than that and you were sure it would run away.

•Your other hand began to search for any pokeballs tucked away in your bag. Finding one and presenting it to the comfey you were surprised when it brushed up against it. It didn't go in just yet. Flying back into the middle of the clearing the Comfey looked at you with seriousness and determination in its eyes.

•Guzma: *smugly* I think you're gonna have to earn its capture dollface!

•(Y/N): *shrugging* at least its giving me the time of day. I was for sure it was gonna fly away the second I popped up.

•The comfey waiting in anticipation you decided to send out your Ribombee as the battle began.

•(Y/N): Ribombee use Pollen Puff! *a blast of pollen knocks the comfey back yet despite the shove it seems unscaved* Wait .  uhhh? I thought that was for sure a knockout or at least a bigger impact.

•Guzma is currently cackling in the bushes at your confused state.

•Guzma: Ahah oh man. . gets em every time.

•(Y/N): Huh? Ah! Wait Ribombee dodge that! *The comfey goes for a sweet kiss which your Ribombee narrowly dodges*

•Guzma: Listen (Y/N), bug moves ain't gonna do shit.

•(Y/N): *to yourself* Oh great! Another Pokemon who looks nothing like its type.

•With a failed Pollen Puff you decided to go with a dazzling gleam which didn't do a whole lot either but at least it was slightly more effective.

•Despite its flowery appearance this Comfey was tough, huh sounds familiar. This onlt made you want to get them even more.

•With a bit more dazzling gleams you noticed the Comfey was getting weaker but your own Ribombee wasn't doing so hot either.

•Welp this was your only chance to make it work and you only had three Pokeballs on your person.

•Throwing one, the Comfey went out of it as quickly as it went in.

•Damn. It must not be that weak yet. Standing in that forrest you tried thinking of a strategy that would make this Comfey weaker without knocking it out. Another dazzling gleam would be too strong but maybe another pollen puff would do the trick but would that not be enough and if so would your Ribombee survive the next attack? You decided to give it a shot with Pollen Puff again, and lucky for you the Comfey survived. Now you just had to make sure Ribombee had the stamina to dodge.

•Flying around Ribombee was unfortunately unable to dodge the next attack but with grit it held out for you. You needed to catch this Comfey or your certain Ribombee wouldn't be able to hold on any longer. Attempting for the second time you threw the Pokeball and in Comfey went.

•*Shake Shake Shake*

•But it broke out. Damn.

•Not wanting to subject Ribombee any longer to the battle you decided to throw your last Pokeball praying to Arceus that it would work. The Pokeball began to shake again.

•*Shake. Shake. Shake.*

•*Click*

•A sigh of relief left your body as you ran to your new friend.

•Picking up the Pokeball you excitedly showed it off to Guzma who looked just as relieved as you did that the process was now done. The sun shown brighly between the tree tops as a gentle breeze filled the air. It was quiet. . . too quiet.

•Your celebration was short lived as the ground shook beneath your feet. Looking at the time on your phone it read 12:38. From the sounds of the shaking and the timing you knew that Mallow's trial was starting soon as the Totem Guardian Laurantis was currently walking around the forest.

•(Y/N): Uhhh Guzma . . we need to

•Guzma: Leave!! Yep already on it.

•The two of you start booking it trying to avoid the foliage and any trainers now entering the forrest. Looking back at the clearing your eyes go wide as the totem Laurantis is already hot on its pursuit towards you. For all it knows you to are just normal trial goers and sees no reason to stop.

•Trying to high tail it faster, running in heeled boots was not doing you any favors.

•(Y/N): Guzma!!! Wait!!!!

•He turns back to look at you, sighs, and runs back to grab you.

•In a blur you no longer feel the ground beneath your feet as Guzma has lifted your body and is currently carrying you bridal style out the forest and back to the docks.

•You only look up at him, blushing madly at him carrying you like this, as you grip onto his shoulders.

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•Catching your breath on the boat you didn't pay any mind to the onlookers as you laughed along with Guzma about what went down today.

•(Y/N): *Giggles* I can't believe you managed to carry me and run that fast at the same time!

•Guzma: Well yeah? I was fighting for my life! You know if someone *He says poking at your cheek* decided to wear something else besides heals I wouldn't have had to worry.

•(Y/N): *You playfully tease* Awww you worry about meeee?

•Guzma: Tsk you know I should have just left you in the forest.

•(Y/N): Hahhehe but cha didn't!

•Guzma: *rolls eyes*

•(Y/N): Besides I think you liked carrying me! My knight in shining sweatpants. I mean why else did you feel the need to still carry me even out of the forest.

•Guzma: *blushes* Shu. Shut up. I was just rushing to get us back to the boat.

•(Y/N): Hmmm alright whatever you say, but *snicker* hahaha you still almost tripped on the pyukumuku!

•Guzma: It ain't MY fault those damn things are so tiny. Your boi almost ate shit today and here you are . . laughing!

•(Y/N): *in a semi-mermer* well it wasss kinda funny.

•Guzma: *blushing* yeah whatever.

•You enjoy this peaceful moment with Guzma as the boat pulls into Ula'Ula docks.

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•A few days have passed since you got Comfey and she's been a sweetheart to the team. Getting to train and battle with her has been nothing but amazing yet, like always, it still wasn't enough to defeat Guzma. You've pretty much brushed the idea of ever getting to beat him, instead focusing on ever loss as an opportunity to grow and learn.

•On this particular day most of the local tourists were gone leaving many of the city life for the locals. You took the opportunity to have a small psudo-date with Guzma to get food and tapu coacoa, luckily at a different spot this time.

•Loking up from your cell, you noticed Guzma was towering over you.

•(Y/N): Oh hey! I didn't even hear you come in! How are you?

•Guzma: *shrugging and grinning* Eh not terrible. That comfey of yours any stronger yet or are you ready to accept defeat?

•(Y/N): *scoffing* Hey well you're not entirely wrong. I don't think I stand a chance unless I have as many Pokemon as you do . . but eh that's definitely not gonna happen.

•Guzma: And what makes you so sure? I'm sure there's gotta be another Pokemon that fits your vibe . . not that I'm rushing you or anything. I mean if I get to keep beating you down like this I'm fine with your team staying the way it is.

•(Y/N): haha yeah well still. I wouldn't mind another member it's just that I definitely checked this time. Went down to the library the other day and borrowed some trainers dex and yeah it confirmed that, unless I trade with someone who has it, there is no way I am getting a full team with the Pokemon that live on these islands.

•Guzma: Well if you need someone who can get you a Pokemon you're talkin' to the right guy. *he smirks* What Pokemon you need sweetcheeks? *he asks leaning towards you*

•Blushing softly you begin to rub the back of your neck: (Y/N): Oh it mmm. .it really doesn't matter. . trust me it's pretty much impossible.

•Guzma: hmm still no need to be keepin' secrets. Just spill it already.

•(Y/N): *sighing* it's a vivillon. .

•You can sense Guzma is happy at the sound of you mentioning the bug.

•(Y/N): Well don't get all happy! *blushing* like I said... can't get em here and no scatterbugs either. *you grumble* you of all people should now that Mr. King of the bugs!

•Guzma laughs at your tone and words but he doesn't seem shaken up by the idea of not being able to find a vivillon.

•Guzma: Haha . . well if it's a Vivillon you want that shouldn't be any problem. *He says that last part to himself*

•You know the look on his face means he is thinking about causing trouble.

•(Y/N): H. . hey!! Don't go getting any wackjob ideas in your head!! I am NOT asking you to steal one for me.

•Guzma: whoa whoa whoa easy on the accusations! *smirking* I ain't thinking like that . . . anymore .

•You try to stay mad at him.

•Guzma: *snickers* . . tsk . trust me (Y/N) I have other methods. .

•You roll your eyes. Knowing Guzma that could mean anything: (Y/N): hmpf. . well *you cross your shoulders* I am not asking you to do anything for me. . I believe I am content with what I have just fine. . now finish your food so we can do something else.

•Guzma: Hmm sure . . whatever you say doll. *Guzma has a feint blush on his face*

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•It's been a week since your last outing with Guzma. Walking along the wooden walkways of Ula'Ula Meadows you were supposed to meet with him as he "wanted to show you something hella dope" apparently.

•With Sylveon walking in tandem with their ribbons wrapped around you arm she was keeping an eye out for the Bug Boss as the two of you scanned the sea of red flowers.

•During your walk, the gentle Alolan breeze blew past and the sounds of ruffling leaves filled your ears. In the moment you began thinking back on all your moments with Guzma and how despite his gang affiliation and what everyone thinks of him you know that he is a great guy deep down. He has been nothing but supportive and accepting of your style and personality that your heart started pounding in your chest the more you thought about him. He had this sort of gruff charm to him that only he could pull off and you are thankful that he was so willing to let you be a part of his busy and reckless life. You know he isn't one to open up to others besides the grunts and his admin and friend Plumeria.

•Before your mind trailed off too far your sylveon pulled you towards the direction she saw Guzma.

•Heading a bit south towards a more secluded part of the meadow you saw Guzma slouching on the ground talking to his ariados. As he pet him the look on Guzma's face was that of nervousness that you've never seen on him before.

•Your sylveon happily called out to Guzma as it ran towards his direction. You jogged behind her, stopping just a few feet away from Guzma as he stood up and began dusting off his sweats.

•Guzma: Oh . he hey? *coughing* what's good yo?

•(Y/N): *a bit suspicious* Gooood? What's good on your end?

•Guzma: ha he uh nothing. . *coughing* nothing . . just same shit as usual. *he starts rubbing the back of his head as his usual confidence is disappearing each second that passes*

•(Y/N): *giggles* uh oh okayyy? . . *You walk a bit closer to him* you good? You seem a bit .    off.

•Guzma: *trying to stay casual* tsk yeah that's what I just said right?!  . Your boi is good. . and shit. yeah .

•Your eyes noticed that he was fighting with something in his pocket as you stood in silence observing his every move. It was starting to freak him out a bit as he turned his back towards you not before tossing you whatever he had in his pocket.

•It was a pokeball. An all white Pokeball with a gold band around it with the feint initials "A.F" carved into it.

•Guzma spoke up in defense before you had the chance to chew him out.

•Guzma: *his cheecks start to turn red* Listen . .I . I didn't take it from no trainer or anything.

•(Y/N): *softly* Guzma . .

•Guzma wasn't expecting to feel your arm tug on his sleeve. He had nowhere to turn to try and hide his flustered face as your (colored) eyes staired back into his.

•Guzma: *trying to cover his face with the back of his hand* Don't give me that look??! What .  w mmm you said it yourself *he crosses his shoulders* what your like birthday is soon or somethin' . . got you an early gift is all.

•(Y/N): *You're blushing too as you shake your head at Guzma's blushing form* hehe yeah sure . if you think two months away is pretty soon.

•You gaze at the ball in your hand. Well whoever gave Guzma this Pokemon must have been from a different region as you had never seen a pokeball like this before. You only hoped they weren't going to miss whatever Pokemon was inside it if they were willing to carve their initials into this ball.

•Guzma: *a bit frustrated* argh you know that thing won't pop out on its own!

•(Y/N): *giggles* Alright! Alright! Arceus! Pushy as always.

•Releasing the Pokemon you gasped in away at what flew in front of you. Your heartbeat fast as you gripped onto Guzma's arm to keep yourself from stumbling.

•Before your very eyes was a beautiful light blue Vivillon. The bug type danced around you a bit too eagerly for a pokemon that is meeting it's new trainer for the first time.

•Drawing your hand out the Vivillon did not hesitate to launch itself at you in a welcoming embrace.

•Guzma: Sorry. .  it's not the right color.

•(Y/N): huh?

•Guzma: You clearly wanted the pink one. . . but blue was the best I could get.

•Holding onto Guzmas hand you begin rubbing it gently.

•(Y/N): Thank you . . thank you so much for . . everything.

•Guzma: Whoa whoa whoa?! Hold on whats with the . . everything talk . everything? I ain't done shit to earn that .  *He's covering his blush with the back of his hand* the fuck are you on about?

•(Y/N): well uh . .you know . you've done a whole lot for me just by being close to me . . for not judging my appearance . . and for sticking by my side when my appearance causes unwanted attention. . and for trying to understand me and support me. You know better than anyone what it's like to be judged and hated on by people who don't try to get to know the person they're judging. And I say all that because it does mean something to me. . it is my everything.

•Guzma: *his whole face is red* .  ye yeah .   likewise . . *Not one for words he opts to pull you into a tight embrace.* s . still he's blue . . *Guzma grumbles out that last part*

•Hugging him tighter you can't help but giggle into his chest.

•(Y/N): No. He's perfect.

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*Click click click*

•The sound of your mary janes hitting the pavement as you walked without a care in the world to who was starting at your appearance.

•You were happy today because today you were going on another date with Guzma.

•Approaching Guzma he couldn't help bit stare in awe at your choice of outfit.

•Guzma: Yo (Y/N). .h hey now! That's a new color on you. *Walking up to you* It's nice. *he says with his signature grin*

•(Y/N): Thank you! I've been meaning to wear this one for a while . . just didn't have the right "accessories" to wear it with . but I guess I should thank you for that. *saying all that your vivillon happily flitters by your side as you go to pet the top of his head*

•You are wearing a plain baby blue dress with a white accented corset, white mary janes, blue ruffled and sparkling stockings, and a blue bow atop your head.

•(Y/N): *Reaching out to wrap you arm around Guzmas* So . you ready?

•Guzma: *Ruffling the back of his head* sure I am dollface.

•Walking down the busy street the two of you brace for your next lovely adventure.

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Current Pokemon team:

Sylveon, Gothitelle, Ribombee.

Female pronouns.

Guzma:

•Okay listen. . . When he first met you he really didn't know what to think, let alone say anything about you.

•That is not to say he wasn't curious about you.

•He's never met someone like you before, that's for sure, but for some reason he couldn't help but convince himself that you and him were complete opposites.

•He was also more concerned with beating you down then about what clothes you wore but thats besides the point.

•You and your poofy dress, with enough ribbons on it that you could probably tie a bow around the world and still have enough to complete your outfit. You didn't exactly look like a local.

•He had to laugh at the idea of you doing all these trials in this atire and here he thought he was bad for wearing a jacket in the Alolan heat.

•Well he shut up pretty fast when you almost destroyed his team with only three Pokemon to your belt.

•Emphasis on the almost.

•Yeah not the most well rounded team you still put up a decent fight with just your Sylveon, Gothitelle, and Ribombee.

•And here the "big bad boss of destruction" thought he was going to sweep the floor with you, but your ability to take him on and stand your ground brought something out in him.

•Guzma: *Tsk* I'll admit it you had me worried there for a bit. Your teams strong for being a bunch of "princess types", but not strong enough. If I see you around I might humor you for another battle kid.

•(Y/N): and what makes you so sure that I'm just a kid?

•Guzma: *Turning back around to face you*: Is that a serious question?! Have looked in the mirror today? Your doll costume isn't helping your case here dollface.

•As the grunts around him start snickering you couldn't help but bite back. You might dress in lolita fashion but mark your words you were not a doormat.

•(Y/N): . . . Oh . .oh I'm sorry. *you playful pull your hair back to hold your hand against your ear* Do I hear circus music?! Whats with the clown trying to lecture me on fashion or do I need to remind you that if it weren't for your MASSIVE ARMORED THING my beautiful Pokemon would have kicked your ass into next week!

•Guzma: Oh Ho HO! So the gal has some spunk in her? Listen princess your Pokemon would have never stood a chance no matter how much glitter you would have thrown at us. . *He leans in almost inches fron your face* so unless you're capable of showing what you bark out I suggest you's keep that pretty mouth shut. . . Although *he begins to walk past you* I will admit that it was an interesting fight for someone who dresses like a doll.

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•Over the following weeks you had gone back to Ula' Ula' Meadows to try and fight Guzma.

•Some days you were able to run into him but most of the time you resorted to fighting the grunts.

•They were no trouble considering a decent amount used dark types and sometimes their defeats would cause them to run back to their boss. If you waited and hour or two the boss man himself would appear to challenge you once again.

•Though the outcome was always the same given that a three on five Pokemon battle was hardly a fair fight.

•Guzma: Whats the deal huh? *Teasing* You got a crush on me or something?

•(Y/N): *Stern* Can it! You know why I'm here.

•Guzma: *Flustered* Well. . Shit Ha! I didn't except you to be the sensitive type.

•(Y/N): *Gritting teeth* I'm not sensitive. *sigh* I'm just trying to show you I'm not a doormat.

•Guzma: Never said you were.

•(Y/N): Well. .uh . hmmm. Do you want to keep fighting me or not? I mean if this is such a chore for you why do you bother humoring me? Don't you have a gang to run?

•Guzma: Woah woah woah! Easy this ain't an interview! Yeah I got my gang to run but getting the chance to beat you down does wonders on my image. Besides don't you have a trial to finish? Not that I'm encouraging that bullshit or anything.

•(Y/N): Whats it to you?

•Guzma: Tck. Fine don't answer.

•(Y/N): *dusting off some particles on your dress you tell him in a whisper* I quit alright.

•Guzma: *Whipping his head back to face you: Wait seriously?

•(Y/N): Whats the big deal? Isn't your crew of misfits made of nothing but quitters?

•Guzma: *playfully he holds a hand to his heart* Ouch! Thats low! And No! We ain't just quitters. . well. Ehh. Just whateve! We're quitters with a goal! A goal to take down that stupid Alola League and show everyone that these pansy traditions are nothing compared to pure strength. Whats your excuse?

•That wasn't easy to talk about. You barley knew the guy beyond battling and taunting. You weren't about to spill the beans on exactly why you quit.

•Guzma: Well?

•(Y/N): I . uh. Well. . shit. Um.  Look just not enough hard trainers is all.

•Not a complete lie. Most of the trainers were a cake walk especially that Kahunas kid and any of his friends he brought along the way.

•Guzma could tell you were holding something back but decided not to push his luck.

•Guzma: Mkay well *He nods his head as he walks closer to you*. I'm flattered that you felt the need to quit for me seeing as you must think I'm pretty tough to keep running back to.

•(Y/N): Ack!? *blushing as you punch his arm* don't phrase it like that!

•Guzma: Hahaha . . sure doll. Still Don't you have any friends? Like a group or a gal or someone to chat with besides whatever we have going on.

•The area got quiet as you took longer than usual to respond. Guzma sensed he struck an insecurity of yours.

•Guzma: . . Shit really. . . Shit REALLY?!?!

•You look up to glare at him while Guzma fumbles on his words.

•Guzma: No kidding? I mean why? It's not like your ugly or anything?

•(Y/N): *shocked you glare at him one last time as you try to walk away* Wow! WOW! Unreal. . *you shake your head*

•Guzma: Ahgh! Fuck wait shit. No I. . I didn't mean it like that!!

•(Y/N): Listen sorry for wasting your time. I won't be bothering you anymore.

•Guzma: No waitwaitwait! You listen. . you uh. Look! I didn't mean to hurt you like that let me make it up to you! Uh. Tapu Cocoa! Can't say no to that!

•(Y/N): Tapu Cocoa?

•Guzma: Yeah!

•(Y/N): Tapu Cocoa?!

•Guzma: ye yeah got a problem with it? Look you can get something else, but I ain't paying for it! I only offered the Tapu Cocoa!

•(Y/N): *whisper* Arceus. . . ughh you either have the worst pickup game or I am easy to please.

Guzma: Hmm, soooo is that a yes?

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•What are you doing here? I mean it's not like people staring at you was a new phenomenon but this. . yeah this was a new level of peeping.

•Guzma: Whats the matter sweetcheecks? Afraid to be seen with me?

•Oh great! Sweetcheecks! Add that to the list of colorful nicknames.

•(Y/N): I have a name! It doesn't hurt to ask for it.

•You sink in your booth trying to avoid the onlookers as you silently sip on your Tapu Cocoa.

•Guzma: Alright! Alright! Whats your name princess.

•(Y/N): (Y/N). It's (Y/N).

•Guzma: Cool cool cool. (Y/N). . Yeah. I like it!

•(Y/N): Hm yeah cool. Anyways you mind telling me why I'm here?

•Guzma: *exacerbated gasp* Oh well excuse me princess!

•(Y/N): *you glare at him*

•Guzma: Right! My bad! Anyways. Yeah! Weren't you the one in desperate need for some friends?

•(Y/N): Oh I see what this is. *sarcastically* Thank you my savior! I'm so glad you came down to offer support. Look I appreciate the gesture but I'm better off alone.

•Guzma: You sure? You seem to come to me too often for that to be true.

•Well there was no denying that. Even if you wanted to battle him for the challenge you did grow fond of his eccentric personality. Still though, you wouldn't put it past him to forget you in due time if you had stopped showing up. Though what were you supposed to do then? Go home? No. Not again. That's the last thing you felt like doing, unless you wanted to prove the family right. You just couldn't. It's already bad enough you bailed on this whole trial thing. Oh Arceus word probably got back to thrm right? Right?!! You weren't sure but the thought was making your stomach turn and their stupid smirks were forming in your mind. It was making you sick! Food. You needed food. The lone drink wasn't filling you up so you decide to get up and order something.

•Standing up you weren't expecting a tug on your arm as a worried look formed on Guzmas face.

•You didn't think he was expecting it either as he quickly let go while he tried to covering the blush forming on his face.

•(Y/N): . . . damn . and here I thought I was insecure.

•Your comment was enough to shake of his embarrassment as he started yelling from the booth.

•Guzma: Shut. sSHUT UP! . . I . ack. . man. .

•(Y/N): *you giggled lightly* Calm down. I ain't leaving you. If that was what you were thinking.

•Guzma turned away to face the wall as he messed with his hair.

•(Y/N): *You playfully pat his side* I'm just getting something to eat. . figured you want something too.

•Guzma started tapping on the table as he stared off into the distance, grumbling under his breath about how the food here was never good.

•(Y/N): Alright! Don't eat then. Just wanted to treat you since you treated me.

•Before you walked off you heard him ask you to get him a sandwich. . . with no mayo though, and that you better make sure there was no mayo because they always "fuck it up" when he asks.

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•Cashier: Alright! Your total today is ₽780.

•(Y/N): Uh yeah sure. Thanks! Oh! And you're sure there's no mayo on this sandwich right?

•Cashier: *she looked a bit flustered* There shouldn't be?

•You take the time to double check just in case. The lady looking a bit confused. You had to wonder if any of the other "normal" customers had any trouble with their food or if it only applied to gang leaders and their members.

•Feeling as if you checked every nook and cranny of this sandwich, even between the pickles you closed the bag and headed back to your seat, that was until you ran into a past problem and his annoying girlfriend.

•A males voice rang throughout the cafe: Well well well. If it isn't the princess of the Alola trials! We haven't seen your mug around in a while. *He steps closer to you as he starts to mockingly wave his hands at you with his girlfriend following suit* Oh I'm sorrrryy did I forget! We weren't supposed to stare! Gives you issues or whatever!

•You grip onto the bag of food like your life depended on it as your words come out harsh through gritted teeth.

•(Y/N): Its NOT the staring thats the issue. It's when I find out photos have been posted online without my permission is when I have ISSUES.

•The male trainer and his girlfriend were just one of many trainers that would stare, gossip, or overall judge while on your trial and was one of the many reasons why you felt the need to quit. This mans issue was when his girlfriend clearly took a photo of you and decided to post it to her socials that you felt the need to confront them and politely ask to delete which they gave you shit for.

•Male trainer: Holy ARCEUS! You're still bothered by that crap? Didn't your parents teach you that if you don't want attention then don't dress to attract it? My baby girl didn't do anything wrong so stop acting like a bitch already!

•Oh you really wanted to kick his ass again. You don't even know why he bothered picking a fight considering he lost horribly last time! Though the tense air and stares from onlookers were enough to keep your cool. The last thing you wanted was to start a fight within the cafe.

•(Y/N): Look I really have no interest fighting you at the moment. I'm just trying to enjoy my meal so leave me alone.

•Trying to walk past him he blocked your way.

•Male trainer: Yeah right, not until you apologize for making my girl feel bad for doing nothing.

•The nerve of this guy! Feeling backed into a corner your pokeball started shaking.

•No! No. No. No.

•You try settling down sylveon. She was always the feistiest of the bunch, but your efforts were in vain when she popped out ready to claw at this guy.

•Male trainer: Oh ho ho! Is soneone trying to pick a fight in public like this? Really? Where did your manners go?

•His smug mug started to crack when your sylveon started to lunge at him. Guess he was still frightened from the last beat down you gave him. All talk and no game! Of course this asshole would try to rial you up in public. The lady at the counter started to freak out as she threatened to kick you out had you not settled your sylveon.

•Trying, and failing, the guy and his girlfriend only watched with amusement as your embarrassing display was worrying the other patrons.

•Male trainer: Hahah oh man! What a performance! Arceus I wish I had a camera. Oh wait I do!

•Just as he began recording, the rest of the patrons around him go dead silent as his phone is promptly snatched from his hands. His girl lets out a yelp as she latches onto him causing the trainer to stumble.

•Male trainer: Aye yo what the fuck!? *turns to his girlfriend* get the hell off me! *he looks back as his face goes pale*

•Guzma: Sup? I think. . *he snaps the phone in half* someone's askin for a beat down wouldn't you agree (Y/N)?

•Guzma shoves the guy aside as he makes his way to help you back off the floor.

•Before he could say anything else the cashier yells at you both to get out. Apparently Guzmas presence was enough of a sign for this women to get the impression that a fight was going to break out.

•(Y/N): But we haven't done anything? He's just trying to help me!

•Cashier: I . I don't want to hear anymore! Leave!

•(Y/N): But.

•Chasier: GO!

•Guzma: Tsk. . always the same with you people. *He grabs your shoulders and guides you out the door, half yelling out to the staff* Your lucky the place serves the least shitiest tapu Cocoa! I'll be back next week. He said that last part a bit quieter not really giving a shit anymore about making a statement. He was more concerned about you, who seemed to be a mix of rage and sadness at the moment.

•Guzma: *sighing* alright. Walk with me.

•(Y/N): To where?

•Guzma: . . the beach.

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•Stumbling onto the beach you had ditched your frilly heels as your pink sparkly tights became dirtied by sand. You were unsure how to approach your feelings at the moment. Normally you'd huff off and scream out to the world but being accompanied by Guzma you didn't want him to be subjected to that. Instead you found some comfort in kicking up the sand while crumpling up different parts of your skirt and blouse. Occasionally fidgeting with your hair the more you thought about what happened at the cafe the harder you began to grip onto various parts of your outfit.

•Guzma had been observing you the whole time and having one too many outbursts himself he could tell you were on the verge of exploding. Walking towards you he tried to think back to what Plumeria would do for him when he got upset.

•Guzma: He.. Hey don't be doing none of that now. . Uh your gonna mess yyour dress If.f.f you keep that up.

•Fuck he was so shit at comforting others. How Plumeria was able to talk sense into him and calm him down was beyond him. Still, he did actually care about your feelings. He was probably the only person who was able to understand exactly what you were going through.

•Looking up at him, although terrible Guzma may be at encouraging people, you found it sweet that he was willing to try for you.

•Feeling a bit more relaxed you started to think about the right words to say to him. Luckily you didn't have to think long as you began to absentmindedly speak about your experiences with dressing alternatively.

•(Y/N): *sigh* shit. . it's like. . i don't know. . look. .uh okay so . uh. mmm this is gonna sound whiny . or okay so maybe not whiny but more just dumb if you don't get into this whole fashion thing. . like so. *sigh*

•Guzma: . its cool . . take your time

•(Y/N): *you smile lightly* thanks. . anyways back to what I was trying to say. . When I was younger, and I had discovered the Internet for the first time, I managed to stumble upon a world full of pastel pinks and blues. Frilly skirts and bloomers. Goth styled dolls. Dresses and cute school girl type outfits. Not only that, I had found a community of beautiful people wearing beautiful clothes that I so desperately wanted to be a part of. For hours on end I would spend my free time just scrolling through forums and posts all about this style of fashion. All without my parents really knowing... not that I was trying to hide it or anything! I just wasn't sure if they would even like that sort of stuff.

•Guzma was listening to every word you were saying as if it was the most important conversation in his life.

•(Y/N): Well when I had gotten older, and could make my own money, I began buying and creating outfits of my own and man I had never been happier! Even still it wasn't enough, especially when my parents got involved. Well, I was right about them not being happy about the fashion. My mom kept calling me childish for wearing "girl doll clothes". She began freaking out about me "finding a real job and partner" some day. As if me wearing fashion in my free time effects my work performance or ability to find love! My dad took it the worst. . Arceus, it makes me sick to my stomach just thinking about his opinion. . . for some fucked up reason, and I don't know how he got it in his head, but for some reason he was adamant on believing that this was all . .some sort of . . kink thing.

•Guzmas eyes grew a wide at the thought of your father speaking to you like that. Damn, guess this worlds full of shitty dads after all.

•(Y/N): *Looking at Guzma you took his expression as a response* I know right! It's fucking gross that he'd assume that frilly girly clothes on a woman means fetish! I tried explaining over and over again that this is nothing more than Kantonian street fashion but he kept brushing it off. At that point there was no convincing them . . or so I had thought. *sighing* I don't know what compelled me to do this but I had convinced myself in my own right too, thinking that if I joined the trials while wearing this stuff and I became someone special. . someone important, than I could prove my parents wrong.

•Standing in silence for what felt like forever you began to speak again. Only this time you couldn't stop the tears from forming.

•Guzma was now completely by your side, hushed and focused on your every expression and word, not wanting to butt in and fuck up the moment. Though, he couldn't help but silently hold your hand and stroke your fingers hoping it would stop you from crying.

•(Y/N): *sniffing* welp as you can fucking see it didn't turn out so well. . *hick* fucking stupid. . so fucking stupid. *sniff* it's like .. why the fuck did I even bother. .. heh guess they were right. . yeah?. *hick* guess they were right. . because here I am crying on the beach currently not participating in the stupid challenges because I couldn't actually handle people looking at me weird. . so yeah. . how stupid of me to believe I could change their opinion . . they probably already know. .wouldn't put it past them to find out. . fuckers always find out. . I can see their dumb smug faces laughing already. . should have never been so invested in this stupid style. .

•Guzma: Its not STUPID!

•Looking up at him you weren't expecting him to shout.

•Guzma: It's not stupid okay!? And you shouldn't have to change for no one.

•Feeling his hand on yours he pulled you into a gentle embrace. Your face smushed up against his chest as he began softly and slowly petting your back.

•Guzma: Look or . .okay listen.. Yeah listen. . I don't exactly get this whole "style thing" either. Trust me you wouldn't even begin to understand how long it took for me to process what I was starting at when I first saw you . . but it for sure wasn't me thinking about it as some . . fucking kink thing?

•He said that last part with such disgust you could almost taste the bitterness of his words.

•Guzma: Alright . . I admit. . this thing may not be my thing but I for sure ain't gonna make you change for me okay! And no one should make you feel as if you should. . fuck your parents, and fuck that asshole and his side chick for making you feel like shit for the some clothes. . because your right 'bout that (Y/N). . dollface. . *he lifts your face up so that your gazing into his eyes* . . all it is is clothes.. and they don't look bad on you at all.

•You could tell he wasn't expecting to say that last part as he quickly tried to push your face back into his chest, trying to stop you from seeing his beat red face.

•Pulling yourself off of him, Guzma was still trying to look into the opposite direction, but he still hadn't let go of you entirely. His arm was still wrapped around your side as his hand snaked its way to the top of your head to ruffle with your hair for a bit.

•Guzma: *fake coughing* So . . tsk. Uh. I'm still hungry . . and uh if you want .

•He got cut off by the sound of you rummaging through the crumbled bag of cafe food. The sandwich you had ordered for him was beyond smushed and your mini sliders had fallen apart.

•Guzma huffed as he snatched the bag out from your grasp and threw the damn thing into the ocean.

•(Y/N): AUcK! GUZMA! *hmph*

•Guzma: What? Told you that cafe only serves shit food.

•(Y/N): Well it WAS better looking when it was fresh and that's besides the point! You . . you . ugghhh!!

•Guzma began to laugh at your little outburst.

•*You playfully punch his side* He could have at least taken the contents out of the bag before littering all over the beach! Now you had to get the paper bag back to make sure those poor slowpokes don't mistake it for food.

•Stomping off to get the bag, mad at the idea that your socks were going to get soaked too, Guzma was watching you the whole time.

•Guzma: Hehe . . cute. . . wait.

•Shaking any thoughts from his head the sound of his stomach growling grew louder as called you over.

•Guzma: Look I know your hungry too and if you want. . uh.. you can come over to my place. . I'm not gonna lie I make a mean grilled cheese!

•(Y/N): You mean the old dilapidated mansion?

•Guzma: *monotone* yes that one. . and man screw you *he said so playfully* that "old mansion* keeps us dry and has a lot of charm to it.

•Walking up to him, Guzma was the one to playfully punch your arm this time.

•(Y/N): *Blushing* Hahaha alright. . alright! You care about the shack. I get it. . and about that grilled cheese.

•Guzma: tsk . you gonna make fun of that too girly?

•(Y/N): No no. It actually sounds nice. . I'd love it actually.

•And so the two of you walk in tandem back to Po Town talking about new things and interests, knowing that you had found the one individual that made you feel like a person for once made your heart beat ever so harder. Little did you know that the bug boss himself had been feeling the same way. Eating that grilled cheese with him on his worn bed in that old spray painted house was one of the best moments in your life. A moment you'd remember forever.

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END OF PART ONE.

BONUS:

The two of you laying on his bed

•(Y/N): Wow. This is actually really good grilled cheese.

•Guzma: Oh! Uh thanks? . yeah I think if I had to choose one food to eat it would be grilled cheese. I could eat it for every meal. Or just constantly without stopping.

•(Y/N): *giggling* but then you'd get fat.

•Guzma: No, why would I get fat?

•(Y/N): because bread makes you fat.

•Guzma: Bread makes you fat!?

sorry i had too. :3

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Guzma: Let me break it down for you!

*starts breakdancing*

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Nobody

Nobody at all

Random Team Skull Grunt: the only thing I bust are rhymes and nuts.

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*Tupp and Rapp hanging out in the Shady House*

Tupp: Ew why does it smell like peepee and poopoo in here?

Rapp: It's gotta be Zipp's Garbodor.

Tupp: No seriously why does it smell like caca and weewhiz in here?!

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memes memes memes

Pokemon memes :3

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