#Pokemon Silver x reader

[minnlahzz]

amethio and silver with a kogal gyaru s/o.

requested

YEAH, YEAH! first time writing for silver in pokespe, a big roller coaster. this might be a bit ooc, also amethio's is set before episode 65. note this is strictly manga silver, not game silver! I apologise in advance if there's spelling mistakes i barely proof read.

— NOTE : LOWERCASE INTENDED

— AMETHIO

amethio is not one to judge, infact he's very supportive, because of his job he's seen many people with many different styles. he's seen many gyaru's before, so he definitely has common knowledge about why and how you guys do this style.

he'll try it, reluctantly and only once. you can put hair clips on him, and do his make up! he'll wash it off afterwards though, it's not that he doesn't like it, it's that he has a status to approve and the admins aren't really on friendly terms right now, sango would definitely love you if she found out you existed.

amethio likes to observe you doing your make up, he could watch you for hours and not get bored. and attentively too, he'd ask "what's that one for?" when curious what your make products do.

gives you random things at anytime cute key charms, hair clips, accessories, anything cute he's seen you look at before or bought. if you have pokemon yourself, he'll buy key chains of your pokemon to stick to your rotom phone. he'd use the reasoning "i saw this while on duty, and thought you'd like it" so sweet!

supportive, would volunteer to take your photos even if they look a little wonky... he's trying! he'll get better eventually and you'll have a portable camera director.

would jump everybody that gives you weird looks in his mind, judging is for ugly people.

— SILVER

when first meeting you silver did not judge or get weirded out, since its common around johto for girls to have this style. he found it pretty cool and charming.

please do geek out about your interests and things you'd want to do with your style, silver is interested and will definitely listen to your yapping spree.

tough to say, but silver would not try the style or would want anything to do with it. he doesn't hate it, but he's more comfortable wearing his own stuff. although if you give him something like a bracelet or hair tie he'll treasure it with his life.

he likes walking with you, and letting you go shopping! silver is technically a nepo baby so he has alot of money, and always volunteers to pay for you and your shenanigans. it's that whole scene you'd see a cute item and you ask him if he wants one. he'd go completely silent for a second thinking.

"hey silver, look at these silly phone cases!" you say, grabbing his attention. "a gengar phonecase?..." silver tilted his head, "no good?"

"If you want you can buy it, I don't really care." silver responds at you, as your pointing at the items. "but I wanna buy it for the both of us! we should get two, unless you don't like it?"

"no, no it's fine I don't really need one." he reassures, looking back at them and then your face second guessing what he said. right as you were gonna put the other one back to the rack, "you know what, I'll use it."

the sparkle in your eyes was so adorable, maybe he should give in once in a while...

silver wins the idgaf war, he'd use his phone in public with the phone case you bought! (with his money) even if gold asks him silver shrugs. "it's pretty cool." is his common response, another thing of winning idgaf war is that he's not afraid to approach somebody who was giving you weird stares.

[jacandra-cerise]

Not the first time I did something like this, but this one's mainly for fun, idk the actual name for this type of person I'm so sorry-

OOC? Possibly.

Version: Not specified

Silver with a Soft!Reader [Platonic&Romantic]

Platonic

How in the world can someone like you actually exist.

He would absolutely be questioning how the hell did he become friends with you.

The two of you were almost opposites. One was aloof and cold most of the time while the other was just a shy ball of sunshine-

You getting him to get you plushies would definitely be something he'd have to get used to.

And sometimes he'd have to deal with you worrying about him constantly. He keeps telling you that he can take care of himself, but he won't tell you that he appreciates it.

He'd scold you for how soft-hearted and naive you can be sometimes, while you'd tell him to be more kind to his Pokemon and others around him.

Your style of battling definitely made him deem you as weak. Relying on feelings like friendship and emotions? Pathetic.

At least that's what he thought. The more time he spent with seeing you battle, and him battling others as well [his rival specifically], he grew to understand and respect that belief.

In a way, your personalities kinda rubbed off on each other. You learned to be a bit more tough while he had gotten a bit more empathetic to those around him.

Both you and him have a hard time opening up to each other most of the time, with Silver feeling that it's difficult to talk about his troubles, but both of you will get there somehow!

Romantic

He would start questioning himself a lot more about how you both got together.

Both of your Pokemon and a few of your friends kinda made you both confess to each other.

Dear Arceus, you two were flustered messes as soon as they cheered after you both almost screamed 'I LOVE YOU' at each other.

Not really into PDA or giving affection through touch that much. Still hesitant to hold your hand in public most of the time. Behind closed doors? Kind of the same. It's not like he doesn't want to, he just isn't used to it and feels embarrassed-

This is the reason why you're usually the one giving him the affection like hugs, kisses, and others.

Would it be wrong to think he'd act like a tsundere-

Every time he looks at you, it's like there are multiple signs pointing towards you screaming 'hug me! I am very huggable!'

Hugs are common from you. It's rare if they come from Silver, but when he does, he prefers to hug you from behind.

He usually wraps his arms around you, pulling you close to his chest. He either puts his head on your shoulder or on top of your head just so that you can't see his blushing face.

As for kisses, he prefers to give you small pecks on the forehead.

[sunflowerrosewood]

Comfort in the Rain ~ Pokemon! Silver

Author's Note: Since my other account @cheekyredwillow got deleted. I am adding some of my favorite fanfictions to this account and revamping this one with new ones. I hope to make an actual list of fandoms I am still a fan of! NO requests for the time being.

On to the one shot!

You had finished the pokemon league and defeated the champion this past week. With your partner Typhlosion by your side and the rest of your team, you tore through it. Something that worried you was that you had not seen your rival Silver in a while. He fought you on Victory Road and put up a good fight. He took half your team down but when you defeated him, you could see the anger and hurt behind his eyes. You actually began to fall for him as soon as you met him and now you care about him a lot.

You really didn't know that Silver began to change for you. Lance told him after his battle to treat his pokemon better, if not for him, for you. That's why he wanted you to visit him in Dragon's Den. To prove it. But did you have to come on his birthday? A reminder of being born evil. A reminder how he isn't enough. A reminder of his mistakes. 

It seems as if a storm seemed to follow. It was pouring down and you were lucky you added Tropius to the team so he could protect you from the rain. You walked into the Dragon’s Den to find Silver and noticed he wasn’t around. You wondered where the red firecracker of a rival ran off to. It’s a Tuesday so he is usually here. Even if it was his birthday, he would be here. You continued to walk around the Dragon’s Den area and saw Lance standing there.

“Lance? Have you seen Silver?” You asked.

“I just saw him running to the Lake of Rage a while ago.” Lance said. 

“Shoot. It is pouring out. Thanks Lance.” You said quickly as Tropius ran after you. 

“Young love.” Lance muttered and laughed. 

You began to run to the Lake of Rage and were hoping he stayed in that one area. You saw his wild red hair and his partner Feraligatr sitting beside him. Silver looked drenched to the bone so he must have been out here for a long time. Your Tropius already began to move over to him to use its wings to cover. You walked over to him.

“Silver, is everything okay?” You asked as you saw him shake. “I know you don’t like to talk but please talk to me.”

“I’m fine. Go off being the perfect champion.” Silver snapped as his Feraligatr looked at you with pleading eyes to stay.

“I know you are not fine Silver. I’ve been your rival for far too long.” You said as he sighed and you watched him make himself smaller.

“Today’s my birthday.” He grumbled.

“Oh yeah I got you a gift!” You said as he sighed loudly.

“It’s not supposed to be a great day.” Silver said as you finally took a seat beside him in the wet grass.

“Why do you say that?” You asked. 

“Remember what I told you about me?” Silver asked.

“You were born into Team Rocket. So?” You asked.

“It’s just a reminder how fucked up my past is. An evil past. Being a part of such a weak yet vile team.” Silver growled.

“Silver, I hope you know I never thought bad of you after that.” You said softly.

“You should.” Silver growled.

You decided to reach out to hold his hand that was on his knee. You felt him flinch at your soft touch and not make eye contact. 

“Silver, when I first met you, you were arrogant and rude. Ruthless with your pokemon.” You felt him sigh. “But, you changed. It is obvious when we team up against Lance and Claire for fun. You actually are having some fun battling.” 

“It is still a reminder.” Silver grumbled and coughed. 

“Why don’t we go back to the room I have at the Pokemon Center and I help you have a good birthday? At least you shouldn’t get sick on this day.” You said as Silver shrugged his shoulders.

Luckily Silver did follow you back to the Pokemon Center. You two called back your pokemon and you got your room. You noticed Silver was waiting in the doorway of the room as you walked in.

“Well don’t just stand there. Come on in.” You teased as he rolled his eyes. “Do you have any spare clothes?”

“One in my bag.” Silver sighed as he opened his bag.

“Why don’t you take a shower? At least get warm from being outside in the rain?” You offered as he slowly walked into the bathroom. 

While Silver began his shower, you began your work. First you ordered a birthday cake that Nurse Joy would prepare plus a warm meal. You let out your Typhlosion and his Feraligatr to also help with things. Silver had just finished his shower when Nurse Joy came in with food. When she left, Silver opened the door. It was a surprise to you to see your crush in a baggy t-shirt and sweatpants. 

“You didn’t have to do this.” Silver grumbled.

“Well if you think your birthday is so terrible, I’ll make it better.” You said as Silver looked away from you.

You did not know that while Silver was in the shower, he felt such love for you. He felt honored that you were willing to make his birthday better. He had never been hopeful before but he was hoping you would stay by his side after this. Knowing you, you were dating your next door neighbor Lucas rather than him.

“Silver?” You asked. 

“I guess I can enjoy it with you.” He sighed as you smiled and brought him over. 

You two ate a large meal together. It was some pasta and of course a birthday cake. The pokemon got their own special meal as well. You noticed Silver was lost in thought again. 

“What’s wrong Silver?” You asked.

“What’s your real reason for doing this?” He asked. 

“I care about you a lot and maybe...I like you more than a friend.” You mumbled.

“Y/n, come here.” Silver said as you got up to walk with him to sit on the edge of the bed. 

“Silver, you can ignore what I said.” You mumbled as he turned your head to his.

You felt his lips press against yours. It was fiery yet soft when he was kissing you. It felt like a missing puzzle piece. You tangled your hand in his while you kissed back. When you two broke the kiss, you both were panting a little.

“I have loved you for a while Y/n.” Silver confessed. “Way too long.”

“Does this mean this was your best birthday Silver?” You asked.

“One of the best birthdays I can have.” Silver said as he began to lean back. “Lay down Y/n. I’m tired.”

“Probably from being in the rain for hours.” You teased.

“How did you find me?” Silver asked as you chuckled.

“Lance was in the Dragon’s Den and I was wanting to see you for your birthday.That reminds me!” You said before laying down.

You went over to your bag and pulled out a box from your bag. Silver’s eyes widened as you handed him the box.

“Sure getting a girlfriend on your birthday helps but I did get you a gift.” You said as you handed him the box. 

“You got me a razor claw?” Silver asked as he opened the box.

“Well I figured you could level up your Sneasel with this. I know you have been wanting one for a while.” You said as you got beside him in bed. “I hope that’s okay?”

“This is more than okay.” Silver sighed as he put the box beside the bed and leaned to you. “But you are much better.”

You two fell asleep in bed. Silver had his arm around you and pulled you close while you were curled into his side. Both of your partners were so happy to see you two finally together. The next battle against Lance and Claire was going to be tough for them because when you two were together, you two were a powerhouse. 

[biancatronic]

I need it...

I haven't found any reader x silver story (pokemon) where the setting is Giovanni knows about his son's "friend" and spies on his son interacting with that friend and see how close he gets to Giovanni in the Trainer Logde Where Silver is his friend is and Giovanni interacts with reader and the they know what Giovanni did and Silver is nervous as Giovanni asks cheeky questions with reader relationship and Silver, I'll write a oneshot of that, wait ;)

I was inspired by a comic on reddit where Bettie talks to Silver to leave for now in the Logde until Giovanni arrives saying that I accept her invitation and Silver gets upset.

[pokeheadcannons97]

Hey hey I really enjoy your writing so why not request something when I have the chance? I really liked the headcanons you did for wally with a short s!/o so may I request the same ones for Silver, Cress, Cheren and Curtis? I hope I didn't break any rules with this, have a nice day/evening! ^^

Silver

Is such a brat. Will unbashingly tease you when you can't reach things, but will still help you with a teasing smirk on his face.

Will call you things like, "short stack, shortie, fun sized.", but only in a private setting. It's never in malice though.

When you're out in public however, he drops the nicknames and usually tends to use your first name.

If someone other than him teases you in public about your height?

His Typhlosion will desecrate them without a moments hesitation. Both him and his pokemon are very protective of you.

Cress

He's the shorter twin, he gets you. Sometimes it sucks to be on the shorter side but you gotta make some good out of it.

Good thing that since he's still taller than you he can hug you from behind and rest his head on top of yours.

He likes to do this at the more private of times though.

If it gets you down he is quick to reassure you, and overtime you come to be comfortable with it if you weren't already.

He is always offering to help you reach things like ingredients, or tall placed dishware in the cupboards.

He's even named a dish after you since your stature reminds him of a little Pidove.

Surprisingly but not really, a popular item on the menu, especially when you serve them to the customers yourself. Pidove hairclip for all to see.

Cheren

He's such a tall guy compared to you that it'd been more than one occasion you've both gotten comments on it.

He secretly likes that your shorter than him because your face would come to the middle of his chest when he hugged you. It made him feel like you were safe with him and he could protect you.

When he has classes as a teacher when he's not a gym leader his students comment on how short you were compared to him.

He would chuckle softly in reply before telling them that there were all kinds of people and it was nothing to feel different about.

This made your heart melt when you heard this while you were holding the lunch he forgot outside his classroom door.

Curtis

He wouldn't care in the slightest, absolutely not. He would take it as the list of ever expanding aspects he adored about you.

He is so busy with his idol work that he never figured he would be able to date anyone and fall in love, so when you came along it absolutely didn't matter to him. Didn't matter what size, looks, height, etc.

He loves you so much and is so protective of you when you're out in public and will immediately shut down any comments that would even have the chance of turning sour.

He likes when the two of you are fishing and you catch a rather huge catch that you have to stand in your tippy toes so the poor Magikarp isn't bending at the earth below as he takes a picture.

If you can't see something he lifts you up from your sides to where you can see and has offered to give you a lift to take a picture of things closer when your camera wasn't cooperating. He surprisingly strong.

[crowborn666-writes]

Twist

Silver x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Platonic/Romantic

Summary: You find your red-headed rival with a twisted ankle, and soon the cause.

(Started up a new play through of HeartGold, so inspiration came barreling in. And I’m a sucker for A gets hurt, B helps, and then vice versa scenarios)

~~~~~~

You were walking through the woods, map in hand, trying to find the next town when your Bayleef suddenly stopped and turned. It was still for a moment, before it began racing off.

“Bay! Bay!”

Your Bayleef was insistent that you follow it, carefully guiding you through trees and over ledges.

“What is it Bayleef? What did you hear?” You called after, stepping up to the ledge it stopped at and looking down.

The ledge dropped lower than most, and at the bottom sat a familiar red-head and his Quilava.

“Silver?”

Said boy jumped at the sound of your voice, an annoyed expression on his face when he looked up to see you.

“What do you want?” He griped, avoiding your gaze as if it would make him disappear from your view.

“Are you okay?” You asked, glancing around to find a way down.

“Do I look okay to you?”

His ankle sure didn’t.

“Hang on, okay? I’ll come down to help you!”

“I don’t need any help.” He grumbled, but didn’t make any moves to get away from you as you used Bayleef’s vines to help you down the ledge safely.

“So did you fall?” You crouched down by his ankle, carefully pushing back the pant sleeve.

“More or less.”

You were quick to dig out the first aid kit you kept in your bag, carefully tending to the twisted ankle.

“Lavvv.” His Quilava suddenly perked up, hissing at something in the trees. Your Bayleef jumped into action, skidding down the ledge and moving to stand guard in front of Silver’s weakened Quilava.

“What’s going on?” You asked, helping Silver get steady on his feet.

“Well—“

A thunderous crash broke through the trees, a slightly singed Rhydon breaking through the growth.

The rock type roared, and Quilava attempted an ember before your Bayleef shoved it away.

“Run!” You and Silver shouted in unison, you scooping up Quilava while Bayleef got Silver on its back.

“Bayleef! Use Razor Leaf!”

Bayleef turned its head, still running while aiming the attack behind it.

A pained roar sounded behind you, and then the sound of heavy footsteps fading. Your panicked pace slowed to a calmer one, Silver calling his Quilava back while Bayleef happily carried him.

“So you got chased by that Rhydon?”

“Yeah.” Silver replied curtly, avoiding your gaze. “And… thanks for the help, I guess.”

“You’re welcome.” You returned, knowing he was grateful in some capacity. “Now let’s get you and Quilava to a Pokémon Center, you both need it.”

It was raining hard, your Bayleef helping you navigate. It was just a bit further until the next town, then you could rest!

Rain pattered down on the rain coat your wore, what moonlight peeked through the clouds illuminated the shiny surface of leaves and rocks.

Lightning flashed above you, momentarily taking your vision in the sharp bright light, your foot stepped down and slid.

“Bayyy!”

You heard your Pokémon call after you, the sound of your tumbling drowning out everything else for a moment. You came to a stop on your back, a throbbing pain blooming in your ankle, duller pain everywhere else.

Just great. When did you get so close to that ledge anyway?

With a groan, you sat up, your back protesting to you. You glanced up at a scrambling down the ledge, expecting your Bayleef. Instead it was Silver, looking rather annoyed with you, as per usual. He wore a rain coat as well, navy to match his jacket.

“So I get hurt, and you think you can do the same, huh?”

“I didn’t fall on purpose!” You retorted, catching the slight smile on his face as lightning flashed.

“C’mon you.” He stepped forward, fingertips brushing over your ankle to check it over before reaching for your arms. “Just a sprain.”

You grabbed onto his arms, letting him tug you to your feet, both conscious of your ankle.

“Bayleef?” He called, letting you lean on him, “Can you lift us up?”

“Bay!”

In just a few seconds, you were up the ledge once again, and Silver was helping you into Bayleef’s back.

He then walked alongside you, helping Bayleef travel along a safer path for the both of you.

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

I've been thinking about this for a while. May I request Kerian battling a "snow on Mt. Silver" Reader? Reader was the strongest trainer at Blueberry academy and champion of the BB league until they willingly handed off the title to Drayton and climbed to the highest point in the polar biome to wait for a strong challenger. Kerian, upon becoming champion, gets wind of them and decides to battle them. Things go bad quickly as reader is a ghost/corpse. Kerian does get rescued but is traumatized.

Oh this is a GOOD concept,,,give him that near-death trauma waaaaay before he even learns about terapagos

Also ik the weather conditions in the terarium are all simulated, but let's just say it malfunctioned and resulted in an actual blizzard at the very peak of the polar biome that killed reader + their Pokémon off (yet no one knows this)

......

"Have you heard from [y/n] lately, Drayton?"

"Nope. Last time I checked, they're still chilling at the Polar Biome peak, waiting for a "worthy challenger"."

"Was that pun intended?"

"...maybe, haha. But y'know, I kinda miss seeing their face around campus. I mean..they were our club's first champion, and to this day I still don't know why they handed the title over to me and bailed on-"

"Hold on, there was a champion before you and...you didn't even fight them for the title? No wonder I was able to beat you so easily."

"Oh great, just the person I hoped to see." With a dry chuckle, Drayton turned his head only slightly upon seeing Kieran approaching the clubroom's table with a deep scowl, eyes bleak.

Of course, the new champion of BB Academy believed he had every right to barge into the Elite Four's conversations--given he was having a bit of a "power trip" ever since gaining the title yesterday.

But the dragon trainer elected to ignore him, instead turning back to the others. "Anyways..I'm sure [y/n]'s already moved onto better things. No way could they still be up there after all that weird stuff happened with the weather."

"You mean..the time there was an actual blizzard in the terarium??" Lacey gasped, before shaking her head and making an "x" pose. "Bzzzt. Nope. Impossible. They sent a search and rescue team in case anyone in the outdoor classroom got stranded up there. And they didn't find a soul!"

"Yeah!" Crispin nodded in agreement. "I get they were the strongest trainer in this entire school, but why would they risk-?"

"I'm sorry, they're the strongest? Why am I only hearing about this [y/n] now?"

With a small yelp, he turned to the purple-haired boy. "Wah!! I-I totally forgot you were here, sorry.." He mumbled, slightly cowering under his harsh gaze. "Obviously you're the strongest! [Y/n]'s not important..d-don't worry about them. They're history-"

"But you all seem pretty convinced they're still here." Kieran's eyebrows furrowed as he stared at the group. "And you just told me where I might find them." He clenched his fists, already shaking with anticipation.

"Easy there, champ.." Drayton huffed in annoyance. "It's only a rumor that they're still hanging around. They weren't much of a talker, so we have no clue where they are. Could be in another region for all we know."

"..........."

"Don't tell me....you're thinking about charging up that mountain all by yourself to see if they're there, are you? That's suicide."

"I have to agree with Drayton." Amarys nodded. "The staff is still trying to determine the cause of the anomalous weather patterns. We aren't banned from venturing up there, but until they can find a solution, it's ill-advised."

"Exactly!" Lacey joined in. "I heard one of the rescue team members had to get treated for frostbite. And it wasn't from some ice-type Pokémon, but the blizzard itself. This is serious, Kieran!"

"....I'll be fine. Your scare tactics won't work on me."

"Huh?! But we're not-"

"Enough. I'm gonna go find them myself, seeing as you're all too cowardly to do so." The champion sneered. "If a worthy challenger is what they're after, then I'll give them one. I'll let them know there's a new champion in town..and that he's the strongest trainer in this academy. Not them."

With that, he turned on his heel and left the room, mumbling under his breath things that made the four feel uneasy.

"How pathetic. The Elite Four..scared of a little snow and ice? Whatever. I'll show them. I'll show [y/n]. I'll show them ALL..."

After the doors slammed shut behind him, they felt the tension still lingering in the air--as did every other club member who was hanging out on the sofas and by the BP computer.

"Man." Drayton broke the silence, sitting up to stretch his arms. "That kid catches wind of some random stranger who's just a little stronger than him, and boom. He's obsessed. Hope he doesn't get himself killed up there."

"Should one of us go after him?" Lacey muttered in concern, her gaze not leaving the doors.

"I-I think that would make him angrier.." Crispin shook his head. "He's got an Incineroar, so maybe it'll keep him toasty."

"That is true. He could also either confirm or deny [y/n]'s presence atop that mountain." Amarys spoke up. "I only hope he properly prepares himself for the long journey..and that no other weather anomalies arise.."

..........

"They weren't kidding..i-it's freezing...but we're doing this, Incineroar."

"Cinn.." Huffing, the Heel Pokémon remained beside its trainer as the two made their ascension towards the summit. They couldn't see any rest spots nor healing centers below them due to the snowfall being so heavy.

Even the teraglobe was barely visible.

Yet Kieran was persistent as ever in his goal, keeping his jacket zipped up and Incineroar close to him. He didn't care about the fact his hands were already growing numb, nor the cold biting at his legs leaving them weak.

He was the new champion. He had to let everyone in this school know and defeat whoever could threaten the position he worked so hard to achieve.

If not [Florian/Juliana]..then it was you.

You're someone he's never even met, but knowing you were the very first BB League champion and had a big-enough ego to come up here and wait for a strong challenger...was something he couldn't turn a blind eye to.

No.

Not if he wanted to be the best in this entire school and eliminate any competition.

Absolutely nothing was gonna stop him.

Not even the fact that his Incineroar's flames were struggling to stay alive, gradually exhausting the feline as it struggled to keep up. It began having chills itself, although it knew better than to disobey its trainer when he demanded to keep the fire going.

Surely it can tough it out for him, right?

After what seemed like an eternity, Kieran finally reached the top of the mountain and saw you: the lone figure waiting for them both. Much of the snowfall had already cleared up allowing him to see you in a cap that concealed your eyes and a BB Academy uniform.

You were looking at something up in the sky, until you heard the sounds of shuffling and turned around, looking down with surprise at the challenger.

This kid...came up all this way to see you? Impressive.

His Incineroar looked a little worse for wear, the flames around its belt dying out, yet it stuck close to its trainer's side as he stared at you with a cold hard gaze.

"Are you [y/n], former BB League Champion?" He questioned.

"........."

"Not much of a talker, huh? Guess they were right. I'm Kieran, or better yet..Champion Kieran."

Although you barely gave a response aside from a slight tilt of your head, he just smirked. "Yeah, you heard me. I'm the new champion and president of the League Club, not that dumb dragon tamer. Because unlike him, I worked hard to earn this title. I don't wait around for things to be handed to me on a silver platter."

".........."

"You think being champion is a joke? Something you can just pawn off to somebody when you get bored of it?"

"........."

"I thought so. That means you never deserved the title to begin with.." He scoffed, irritated by your silence. "Anyway, they said you were the strongest, but I'm here to change that!" Pointing up at you, he shouted over the wind. "You wanted a worthy opponent..well HERE I AM!!! Incineroar, Porygon-Z...show them the power of a true BB League Champion!!"

He took out his Virutal Pokémon's pokeball, ready to send it into battle.

But it didn't come out after he tossed it to the ground.

"...huh?" Confused, Kieran picked up the pokeball, wondering why it wasn't opening. Then he noticed frost coating the button, practically icing it over entirely. "No, no, no.....what is this?!"

For some reason it was jammed, and he discovered that all the other pokeballs in his bag were like that, too, rendering them inaccessible.

But how?

It shouldn't be possible for all of them to freeze simultaneously...their insulation should be top-tier.

Brushing off his worries, he glared at you. "Whatever. I can win a single-battle, too! I've developed strategies for this. Incineroar, it's all up to you now"

Nodding, the Heel Pokémon cracked its knuckles and stepped forward. But as it looked at you, it began shivering all of the sudden, feeling a drastic drop in temperature as the flames on its belt struggled still.

It wasn't just the weather giving it chills..but you.

Something about you just seemed...off, but it couldn't exactly tell its trainer what that was. Nor would he probably care.

Whether it liked it or not, it had to win this battle.

Wordlessly, you stepped down so you could fight on equal ground and took out a single pokeball. It was covered in frost, with much of the red paint faded, and it looked awfully damaged--especially the button.

Yet somehow it was functional as you sent out your first Pokémon.

And the sight of it was so grisly, Kieran felt genuinely nauseated, unable to do anything except stare in shock.

"Wh...What the..."

It appeared as a sickly frostbit creature, with its colors dull and empty sockets in place of its eyes. Not to mention the heavy wounds littering its body, which seemed fresh. It's like you ran out of healing items and never bothered to look for any more.

And its cry was pained.

Considering how much Kieran himself loved and treasured Pokémon, he was gravely concerned and had second thoughts about fighting one in such a horrible state...

But that little voice in his head told him that refusing to fight your team would make him look weak. You'd probably think he was weak for backing down.

And he refused to do that.

Why was he suddenly so afraid? You were only trying to scare him, just like everybody else...and he was fed up with that.

He came this far. He had to finish this.

"You...think your Pokémon can battle in that condition? Looks like they can barely stand." His eyebrows furrowed. "No matter. Once I beat you, I'll take them off your ha-"

"Struggle."

A hoarse whisper escaped your lips, stunning him as he realized you could actually speak. But then your Pokémon suddenly threw itself at Incineroar, attacking and taking a good deal of recoil damage as it fainted soon afterwards.

Or rather...

It simply dropped to the ground and ceased all motions, with you making no move to recall them. Instead you just sent out your next party member.

Kieran tried not to think about why they did that, and just scoffed at your strategy. "Really? This is what the "strongest" trainer is capable of? I expected better..I'll beat you in no time at all."

Yet you didn't seem fazed by anything he said, as you commanded your Pokémon to use Struggle, too.....and every other one after that did the same thing.

What frustrated him the most was how they all managed to outspeed Incineroar, forcing it to endure every hit without getting a chance to retaliate. It felt so unfair, and he couldn't do anything except sit and watch, feeling his blood boiling more with each passing second.

He didn't know why you exhausted all of your team's moves, why you wouldn't give him a chance to strike back....or why you're even up here at all and allowed them to get this bad.

But he knew one thing.

He wanted to get off this mountain soon.

The snowfall was growing heavier again, the howling wind picking up as the temperature kept dropping.

"Stop! Just stop for a second!!" He snapped as you readied your final pokeball. All you did was pause and stare at him. "You haven't given me a chance to attack yet! And I'm locked out my pokeballs...this isn't fair! You're cheating!!"

"..it's almost over."

He tensed, wondering why you spoke those words so ominously. But he took that as an insult and scowled. "For me? No...it's almost over for you. You're down to your last Pokémon..and I still have all of mine. I'm putting an end to this pathetic "struggle strategy" of yours right now."

".........."

"What a joke this was. Everyone says you were the strongest trainer..but you're just another obstacle in my way."

Hearing that saddened you a little, almost making you regret what you're about to subject this hapless champion to next...but you will end this one way or another.

You couldn't tolerate his arrogance any longer.

Your final Pokémon's appearance completely wiped the smug look on Kieran's face, as his eyes widened upon seeing a Pikachu in the most horrific condition--one that didn't look anything like the others on your team.

Its fur was totally white with a layer of frost coating it; and it was missing a leg, ear, and part of its tail...as though something had torn and chewed at various sections of its body. And its wounds exposed its muscle and bones, yet somehow it was still able to stand on its own.

But the most terrifying thing was its lack of a cutesy smile typical to its species. Instead there was this creepy grin stretching from ear-to-nonexistent-ear. And it just stared at him with those pitch black eyes, giggling.

His hands shook with genuine fear, before he rubbed his eyes to make sure he wasn't hallucinating.

Yet both of you were still there when he looked, ready for battle.

Suddenly he didn't feel so high and mighty right now. His heart pounded and his throat felt dry, eyes stinging from the cold.

He felt as though he wasn't supposed to be here.

He shouldn't be here.

He didn't want to do this anymore.

He wanted to go home.

It was so cold...

But he needed to finish this.

"I-Incineroar, use-"

"Pain Split."

'Wait...Pikachu can learn that?!' His eyes widened in shock, but at the same time he was relieved you finally did something new-

Only for your Pikachu to screech and attack his Pokémon with that move, biting into its arm and causing the latter to roar in agony. He could only watch, horrified as blood splattered all across the snow.

By the time he managed to recall Incineroar, it had already fainted from the attack.

However your Pikachu did, too, laying among the other bodies of your Pokémon...who he now realized were in fact deceased. He could barely see them since the snow covered most of them.

But the morbid images would never leave his head.

He still didn't understand.

What have you become?

What are you?

"It's over."

Looking up, Kieran screamed upon seeing your uniform now covered in blood, the frostbite having eaten away at most of your flesh. You looked like some zombie, with exposed bones and hollowed eyes much like your Pokémon--gazing at him with that same sadness they held.

Now it finally hit him.

All this time, he wasn't battling some BB League ex-champion. He was battling the victim of that weather malfunction the four were talking about.

The one who never made it down this mountain alive.

You were already dead...and wanted him to suffer the same fate as you.

He blinked, and you were suddenly in front of him, grabbing the front of his jacket with two hands and staring at him. And all he could do was stare back in terror, unable to look away.

"Destiny B-"

"NO!! NO!! STOP!!! GET AWAY FROM ME!!!!!" Screaming as loud as he could, he lost all composure as he tried pushing you off of him, hitting your jaw and dislocating the bone.

You dropped him to the ground, and he sobbed, wrapping his arms over his head as he begged you to leave him be.

"L-Let me go home, please pleasepleaseplease-"

"Kieran?!!!"

With a sharp gasp, he looked up to hear the voice of Lacey, before seeing her, Carmine, and the other Elite Four members rushing towards him. They were all bundled-up, with Crispin's Magmortar and Heat Rotom keeping them warm.

"It's [y/n]!!" He shouted, pointing to where you stood. "Th-They..they're right there!!"

The group stopped, appearing confused as they looked all around, seeing nothing but snow.

"Wh-Why are you all standing around?!"

"Kieran..there's no one here except us." Crispin muttered.

".....huh?" Blinking, he looked back and realized you have disappeared entirely, not leaving behind a single trace of your presence. There weren't any blood or footprints in the snow, nor any frozen bodies of Pokémon lying in it.

It's like he was battling a hallucination all along.

But it felt so real..

"But I....I-I..."

"Only you would be insane enough to risk your life coming up here," Carmine huffed, kneeling down. But as soon as she saw the true terror in her little brother's eyes, her heart sank..wondering what he witnessed. "Kiki..?"

"...i-it was them...[y/n]..." He mumbled shakily, his arm still stuck in a pointing position. Tears streaked down his face, the cold wind making his cheeks sting like hell. "Th-They were right here..and...and they...they tried to-"

"Listen, I get you really wanted to meet them and battle them...but they're not here. They're long gone. Now c'mon. We need to get you off this stupid mountain." Picking him up was no problem for Carmine, given how he was light as a feather. He just clung to her, allowing himself to be carried on her back.

The four were astonished that he actually made the journey up here, with Drayton wondering if he was really that desperate to battle you that he came up here, realized you weren't around, and just...made up a scenario in which he wins anyways.

Instead, the poor kid seemed traumatized by whatever he saw...or believed he saw.

After making it safely down the mountain and getting treated--alongside his Incineroar--Kieran's detailed account of what happened led to another rescue team heading up the summit, just in case they may have missed something.

They had fire types and ground type tirelessly shoveling through the snow, digging in the exact spot where he battled you, but there were no signs of you anywhere.

Even so..he refused to believe it, and still had reoccurring nightmares of that encounter and how it might've ended if the others didn't show up in time.

Soon enough he got back on-track to training his Pokémon and becoming stronger everyday, but other trainers noticed how carefully he treaded throughout the Polar Biome..

And how he avoided going anywhere near the tallest mountain in that zone.

For he believed you were still up there, waiting for him.

[pokepasta-fluffcanons]

Playing horror games with Glitchy Red and Lost Silver

I did this on one of my other blogs but thought "wait a minute"

Glitchy Red:

*Glitchy Red is not afraid of anything horror related, so when you wanted to play a horror game, he just shrugged and went along with it

*He isn't bothered by any jumpscares or anything along those lines, but if you are, he'll hold you close to him until you calm down

*He will occasionally glance over at you, making sure you're okay

*He's actually quite interested to see how the game plays out and ends

*But only if you're okay with going that far, he doesn't want to force you to play a game that is going to keep scaring you

*if you do end up scared to the point where you're trembling, he'll pause the game for you and will pull you onto his lap, keeping you there until you calm down

*And will not leave you, especially once you end up going to sleep

Lost Silver:

*Gold has never really experienced horror games before, so you were going to play one with him!

*Or rather... you were going to play, and he was going to watch

*It started out with him floating beside you, but as he got interested, he ended up sitting on your lap

*Will occasionally ask you questions about the game

*Gold will make sure you're doing okay as you play, looking back at you to make sure you're not too scared or anything

*and if he notices you getting scared, he'll make a temporary pair of arms to pull you into a hug

[i-write-boop-spoops]

Beauty in the morning light - Steven Stone x F!Reader (Smut)

ending this unintentional hiatus with a hearty 1.4k smut fic staring THE silver haired dreamboat himself!

i can't believe this blog has been around for 2+ years and it's only now i write a smutty fic for my rock husband? it's a tragedy, i know. also proofreading? nah, i'mma go to sleep instead.

features: soft smut, f/afab! reader, condom use (stay safe!), cowgirl, p in v sex, oral (f! receiving), steven being very into thighs, very into eating reader out and very into reader in general. no gendered terms are used to refer to reader, but they do have boobs and a vag n all that good stuff.

NSFW below!

You’re so beautiful.

Especially in the cool light of a cloudy morning. The gentle white glow drifting through the mesh curtains highlights the softness of your skin, the gleam in your sleepy eyes, and the shine on your lips as they part to moan his name.

Your movement is slow, languid, you’ve just woken up after all. Up and down, you glide on his length. He relishes in the feeling of your luscious warmth wrapped snugly around him, not just in the very sight of you riding him.

His hands travel your gorgeous figure, fingertips delicately caressing the swell of your breasts, and then down to your soft hips, and finally, your downright exquisite thighs. His hands settle there, squeezing the flesh in a firm, yet gentle manner.

“You’re so beautiful (Name)… so beautiful,” he sighs, before biting his lip, trying to hold back a groan as you sink down on him again.

“Ste-ven,” you protest in a whine, your fingers curling into his chest. You’re more flustered by his earnest compliment than him literally being inside of you. It’s adorable.

“But you are…” he insists, feeling himself getting close. “You are… oh, arceus, you are.”

You press your lips to his, as if to shut him up, he doesn’t complain, no, not one bit. Your lips move with passion against his, and he responds in equal measure, tangling the fingers of one hand in your hair while the other stays caressing your soft thigh.

Your hands push him against the mound of pillows he’s laying against, your tongue always quick and needy, is already in his mouth, eliciting sounds out of him only you get to hear. You keep your hips moving, at that slow, tantalising, pace, making him fit to blow at any moment.

He pulls away just before it hits. He wants to see you, your beautiful face, your gorgeous body, in the morning light, as he finishes.

There it is, that immense, immaculate wave of pleasure. He catches a glimpse of you before he closes his eyes, and moans for you, thrusting upwards and fingers digging in the flesh of your hips, he hopes he doesn’t cause any harm. He releases into the condom, and you let him rest inside you for a few moments before you pull off. Your absence is sorely evident.

“Thank you,” he mumbles, and you just laugh and pat his shoulder. “Anytime Stevie,” you coo as you settle on the bed next to him.

After a minute or two, when enough of that delectable afterglow fades, he peels himself from the bed, and disposes of the condom in the nearby trashcan.

He turns around and finds you draped across the bed, above the covers, head supported by your elbow. You look like a boudoir model… he’s so lucky to have you.

“Let me repay you for that,” he insists as he puts his knee on the mattress, his hands immediately on your thighs again.

“Steven…” you sigh, protesting him again. He put his hands either side of you, bringing himself on top of you. “Please?” he asks, with soft, hopeful eyes and his voice teetering on begging.

You roll your eyes and sigh again. Gotcha.

“Okay Stevie.”

He can’t hide his smile, not one bit. He pecks your lips in thanks before moving down your body. He caresses your thighs lovingly as he props them on his shoulders. He adores them, so soft and supple and sexy, the prefect pillows.

Faced with your weeping heat now, he takes a shaky breath, inhaling your intoxicating scent, before flicking his tongue out to taste you.

You’re so sweet.

Gripping your soft thighs a little tighter, he pulls you close, practically burying himself between your legs. His face is enveloped by your warmth, and it’s tantamount to heaven.

You’re wet from earlier, still needy, folds nice and slick and swollen. He forgets himself and starts to lap you up with tactless abandon. He hasn’t had breakfast yet, after all.

You cry out, fingers immediately in his hair, and tugging it. The sound of your moans is music to his ears, and he longs to hear endless encores.

He finds your clit, and kisses it, feeling you jolt against him. He kisses it again, and again, before letting his tongue slowly swirl around it, before dipping down to slip the muscle inside you.

Oh, you taste so sweet, like honey. He moans into you, tongue still inside, and the vibrations make you shake. His fingers curl against the tender skin of your thighs as he starts lapping at you again, mouth moving upward until he’s swiping at your clit with the full breadth of his tongue.

“Steven… Steven…” you practically sing between shuddering breaths, the grip you have on his hair is almost painful now, but he likes it that way. He knows you need a bit more, and he is beyond willing to oblige you.

But first, he has to indulge himself a little, doesn’t he? He presses tender kisses along your plush inner thigh, you whine softly in response, hips bucking just so. “Goodness, you’re so beautiful (Name)…” her murmurs against your sensitive skin. He’s not even sure if you heard him, and by your lack of protests, you probably didn’t.

His kisses your clit again before flicking it with his tongue, and then he lets his lips latch around it. You inhale, and the moment you do, he starts to suck.

Gently, gently now, that’s all you need. He knows you by now, knows what your soft cries and jutting hips signal, and he’s excited to bring you there. He sucks for a bit, then laps away your wetness, returning to your clit. You taste so good, he wants to have more of you.

And he will, very soon. You practically jam his face into your vulva, desperate for that extra push to bring you over the edge. He starts to suck your clit a little harder now, stop only to play with it gently.

It works, only a few seconds of that and he feels you gush and twitch and shudder against his face, perfect thighs squeezing his cheeks and muffling that shameless moan that tumbles from your lips. He guides you through that exquisite wave, licking up all that you give him, and savouring it with a hum.

He doesn’t want to leave this paradise just yet, the soft, warm flesh on his cheeks, the taste of you, but you tug on his hair, urging him to come face you.

You can’t blame him for taking his time leaving your heat. The air in the room seems infinitely colder against his cheeks, his lower face wet from your juices. He plucks a tissue from the bedside table and wipes it away, not before licking his lips of course. You laugh at him drying his face.

What? He was raised to be a gentleman.

You slink your arms around his neck, pulling him into you. You’re so sweet and soft and warm, in no time he has his arms around your waist, embracing you back.

All of a sudden, your lips are on his, and your tongue is snaking its way into his mouth. His eyes widen, he hadn’t expected a kiss, especially one filled with tongue, after going down on you, but he supposes that’s just who you are. Flustered by his love maybe, but ashamed? Never.

His kisses you back, moaning softly, attempting to meet your voracity but not quite reaching it, maybe you’re just more awake than him.

You barely part for a moment before he pecks your lips again, his grin satisfied and lazy, much like yours. He gazes at you as you catch your breath, at your messy hair, swollen lips, glistening skin, eyes glazed with pleasure. You look like fine art, finer than that even.

He takes a breath, as if to gasp in awe of you. How perfect you are like this, tired, and sated, and happy. He has to say it, doesn’t he?

“You know… you look even more beautiful after you orgasm.”

“Steven!”

And there you go again, getting all flustered by his sincere flattery. Little do you know; it makes you all the more gorgeous and endearing to him.

He doesn’t insist this time though, he’s been selfish about that all morning. You know he thinks you’re the most beautiful, precious thing in the universe, more captivating than the most sparkling of diamonds and the most twinkling of night skies. And as much as he loves to remind you of that, he doesn’t want to overwhelm you, at least not right now.

“Well, my dear… shall we stay in bed a little while longer?” he suggests, tone smooth and playful. You squeal and laugh and pull him under the covers, no doubt for another round of pleasure.

[pasta-in-the-pudding]

What does Lost Silver's Room Look Like? Btw I'm Sure His Room will be Filled with Pokemon Stuffs and FNF/Friday Night Funkin Posters(If You Never Heard of That,That's Really Fine Also Please Don't Hate me For The Reason I Put It Cause I like That Game Also Fun Fact:That Lost Silver had Been Appeared in FNF Mod for example:Hypno's Lullaby)

𝔾𝕌ℍ ℕ𝕆ℕ ℍ𝕌𝕄𝔸ℕ ℂℝ𝔼𝔸𝕋𝕌ℝ𝔼𝕊 𝔹𝔼𝔻ℝ𝕆𝕆𝕄𝕊 𝔸ℝ𝔼 𝕊𝕆 𝕀ℕ𝕋𝔼ℝ𝔼𝕊𝕋𝕀ℕ𝔾 𝕋𝕆 𝕄𝔼

ℂ𝕣𝕖𝕕𝕚𝕥𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕕𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕕𝕖𝕣 𝕘𝕠 𝕥𝕠 @𝕒𝕟𝕚𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕕𝕘𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕘𝕣𝕒𝕡𝕙𝕚𝕔𝕤-𝕟-𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖!! 𝔾𝕠 𝕗𝕠𝕝𝕝𝕠𝕨 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕞 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕤𝕦𝕡𝕡𝕠𝕣𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕜!

𝕋𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕜 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕠 𝕞𝕦𝕔𝕙 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕣𝕖𝕢𝕦𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘!!

What Lost Silver's room looks like

Lost Silver's bedroom is less of a bedroom and more so an entertainment room of sorts

He doesn't really have the need to sleep since he's a ghost

So he instead just has a bunch of things to entertain himself with

He has a couch in the middle of his room with a blanket thrown over it for when he does decide to sleep

He has a t.v mounted, and under that he has a bunch of gaming consoles

His favorite is his vr headset, because it's the easiest to use with his disability, but he still enjoys playing older games like original mario games, loz games, etc

He has a carpet on the floor that's mostly black, and there are some white designs making candle shapes

He also has some retro arcade machines, and those are also really easy for him to use so 9 times out of 10 he will be playing those

Also, I do imagine him to have FNF posters like you said!

When he heard he was in a mod, he got super excited and immediately watched all the gameplay he could

So yeah, lots of posters

He also likes to collect different video game stuffs

Funko pops, limited edition toys and comics, plushies, you name it he's got it

He keeps the rarer stuff behind a glass encased bookshelf, but the stuff they sell at local toy stores he keeps on his couch or even on the floor

His room is typically very clean, because while he is in there for most of his day, he's always either playing video games or working

He doesn't have any LED lights, but he does have some lamps

He prefers to keep them off though, he likes having a dark room

Bro's just a little caterpillar in his little cocoon

[minnlahzz]

pokespe characters with a s/o that wears lolita fashion.

requested.

too lazy to color the pictures blue, but they look good either way so!! I chose my favorite characters, because I'm biased, but if you want to see more then give me another ask! again I'm biased, you'll see why I'm repeating this when seeing the length of each person

characters — platinum, y, silver and gold (I love him)

— PLATINUM

platinum is a pretty classy gal. she's a big fan of victorian and rococo fashion, because they show formality and royalty. (in some way)

when she saw you dress in this style, her eyes widened as if she saw the prettiest thing ever! (she did) she likes knowing more about your style, and would definitely wear it with you. platinum notices the details most people overlook, like the embroidery on the frills of the skirt or the colors of each piece of clothing you wear.

please do her makeup, it's a dream! she won't wash off her face at all, you'd have to tell her to take it off. if not platinum will watch you do your make up for hours.

platinum's born to a wealthy family, so she is STACKED. platinum pays for everything you buy, if you buy her one she'll melt like a vanillish on a summer day. (positive) she goes shopping alot, so she is more than happy to show you around the malls and the hidden treasures she's found in there. if the items you're looking for aren't there she commissions people to make them for you!

she is a ball of positivity, she'll encourage you to get out of your comfort zone and wear your style in public (if you dont already). if you're a coordinator she'll encourage you to wear your lolita outfits in performances, and will even help you plan them out as a person whose won 2 ribbons.

— Yvonne

she really didn't care much, if you like what you're wearing then she has no room to talk with what you like.

yvonne values individuality and wouldn't see you any different if you didnt wear your style, she genuinely admires what you do! she's pretty good with fashion, so if you want a critique with kind of broken ratings get yourself your own yvonne! "needs to be more boom–shakalaka", "more fluffy!", "that color doesn't match the top." okay maybe the last one was helpful, but everything else is just her talking without thinking.

she's definitely the best person on this list to shop with, she'll pick out outfits she thinks will look good on you. it's just that she rarely goes shopping, because she rarely needs new clothes or accessories.

yvonne sees this style all the time in the kalos region, and yet she knows little about lolita fashion. if you want, you can tell her terms, types of lolitas, she'll appreciate it even if it's not her really her thing. she appreciates the dedication you people do for your style.

she naturally has a chivalrous side to her, so she'll always offer to help you whenever you're struggling. yvonne is quick on her feet, when you're stepping out of vehicles, walking up or down stairs, walking on rocky ground she'll always offer a hand!

— SILVER

he's familiar with this fashion, having seen it in magazines, posters, and occasionally in the streets of the johto region. nothing too special in his eyes, he's been to alot of places, but he says you pull it off better than most. (he's totally unbiased)

silver has basic knowledge about this. lolita fashion aims to show elegance, so whenever he sees something that would fit your style he'd buy it or point it out if you're near him.

"hey, this looks fitting, do you want it?" he asked grabbing something from the shelf.

while he may not be overly expressive, silver is supportive in subtle ways. he'd buy you surprise gifts, (with the help of green) and would walk around the shops with you if you were looking for something to buy. another way he'd do this is by listening to you yap and yap without ever getting sleepy. he's an attentive listener, but he wouldn't talk over you during your yapping sessions unless you asked him something.

speaking of not being overly expressive he has his own way of complimenting you, silvers smooth with it and he doesn't even notice.

"this fashion style is about elegance and beauty right? you sure make it look effortless."

I think out of all of them, he'd give actual good (average) fashion advice if you asked him directly, despite him wearing literally all black. silver is pretty straightforward and blunt with his opinions, not outright mean though. "I think this looks better" and "maybe try this one?" the fits always turn out really neat!

— GOLD

the second he spots you he's instantly curious, he's seen this style before in johto but never really understood why they wore this stuff. he'll ask some pretty weird questions, or give backhanded compliments, but he's not insulting you in anyway! he finds it pretty cool.

"are you dressing up for a tea party"

"execuse me?" you answered, making him even more confused.

he's interested in the fashion, tell him the difference between the blouses, petticoats, either way it won't matter because he'll forget it and you'll have to remind him. sometimes he's probably just pretending to forget it, so that he can see you get irritated.

drowns you in compliments and words you didn't even know existed, he's just a boy inlove. gold will be your personal photographer! he's surprisingly good at taking pictures, and he'll show you the pictures afterwards gushing out about how cool you looked

like everyone else he's supportive of how you dress! he'll always reassure you that he and everyone else love your style. he's pretty laid–back and kind of mean sometimes, but he knows when to draw the line.

"do i look weird?" you asked him randomly as you guys took a walk, gold stops in his tracks, raises an eyebrow, and crosses his arms.

“weird? you kidding?” he takes a moment to look you over, and then grins. “nah, not weird at all—you look awesome! like, actually way cooler than half the people here.”

sometimes gold will stare at you doing your makeup like a lovestruck fool, just thinking to himself "a person like them is interested in a person like me? woah, jirachi has blessed me yet again" he's lucky to have you.

shameless, he's not scared to tell people "you see that? that's my s/o!" because he's proud, but if you don't like it don't worry he'll shut up.

[mushroom-cartel--writing]

unnamed, a recourse

You call him dear and he agrees to it without hesitation.

…

It takes a few seconds for him to realise what he’s done. But it’s too late—his mouth is already running off—he’s asking you for nicknames. 

A sly grin breaks out onto your face. You’ve caught him off-guard and you’ll take as much as you can get.

You suggest things like darling, honey, sweetie, beloved and all those affectionate pet names lovers share (which the two of you are most definitely not… Yet. Argh! Focus!), and he says yes to every single one of them because he’s a fool digging his own grave; but the most damning one of them all, the one that nearly sends him reeling, fevers his face profusely to the point of dizziness, and makes him want to choke you just to get you to shut up and stop teasing him (because that’s all this is to you, isn’t it? Some game to toy with him!), the last of your exhaustive list is: my heart.

All the thoughts in his head stop like waves crashing against rock.

Your grin, which he previously thought malicious, over the course of the conversation, has become a small, fond smile.

“Is that alright?” you ask. You lean in close and whisper into his ear, “My dear heart.”

Of course, he silently agrees, anything for you. Anything for you. And then he shoves you off him and stalks away. He half-remembered the presence of Paimon and Lesser Lord Kusanali but he can feel their eyes boring into his back all the more now. You were too close for comfort just then. If he had let you linger in his space any longer, he might have… might have… 

How embarrassing.

You’re foolish to ignore the signs—or perhaps you’re pretending not to notice for his sake? What with his newfound freedom and autonomy—of what magnitude a scale his feelings for you are.

…

(Wouldn’t that be nice. A pair of fools. A wanderer and a traveller. How perfect.)

[sunflowerrosewood]

Johto Pokemon Masterlist

Here is the masterlist for the Johto region. This is divided as partner pokemon and people. Here is the key

💗 - Fluff 🎆 - Smut 💔 - Angst

👾 - No relation 🌻 - Headcanon 🌹 - One Shot 🍄 - Imagine 🌸 - Multiple parts 🌼 - alphabet 🍀 - alternative universes

Pokemon

Houndoom as a Partner Pokemon 👾🌻

Characters

Lance

Confessing to You After You Become Champion 💗🍄

Silver

Comfort in the Rain 💔💗🌹

[reds-fluff-extravaganza]

Frostbite Red x reader

Based off these headcanons here!

You and Red have been together for over two years now, ever since you met him up on Mount Silver, where he nearly froze to death if it wasn’t for you. While he is still drawn to that mountain, he knows he can’t stay there for long periods of time anymore, especially since it caused… a lot of damage due to frostbite.

However, despite being together for a few years, you have yet to actually introduce your Pokemon. You were more than happy to do so, since you’ve been wanting to for a while, as you knew that he would get along well with your Pokemon. Red, on the other hand, is extremely hesitant to do so, as the only Pokemon he has is Freakachu, and he is aware of his only Pokemon’s violent tendencies, especially towards those that weren’t Red.

With a little encouragement from you, you telling him that if anything goes wrong, Red can always call Freakachu back, which… he was hoping would work if anything went wrong, as he would feel really bad if anything bad happened to you or your Pokemon.

“Alright, you ready?” You asked Red, who slowly nodded, holding a singular pokeball in his hand. You let out your three Pokemon: Vulpix, Eevee, and Sylveon. All three of your Pokemon were happy to see and meet Red, and vice versa. He had gotten down to their level, a soft smile on his face as he gave each of them some attention and affection, petting all three, especially Vulpix due to how warm she is.

“Your Pokemon… are very nice, Y/n.” He glanced back at you. You had been watching their little interactions, happy to see them get along, which you knew they would since you knew that Red still cares about and loves Pokemon.

“Thank you, Red.” Your Pokemon went back to you, and you looked back at the raven haired male who looked at the pokeball in his hand.

“Are you sure about this, Y/n..?”

“I’m sure.” You nodded. “I know you wouldn’t let anything happen to us.”

“…alright, I’ll do it.” He sighed softly and let his only pokemon out from his pokeball, but kept ready to return Freakachu if he attacked you or your pokemon. Surprisingly, it didn’t happen, just… taking everything in. Your Pokemon were a little scared of the frostbitten and disturbing looking Pikachu, which you could understand why.

Your Eevee was the first to approach him, because, despite how Freakachu looks, he still resembled a Pikachu, which kind of put Eevee at ease. You and Red watched the interaction, you being a little nervous and Red being cautious. As Eevee now stood in front of Freakachu, he looked down at your Eevee. He was still for a few moments before reaching out and patting Eevee on the head, as if to say that he wouldn’t hurt him. You both were relieved by this, you a little more so than Red.

“I think I get it, Y/n.” Red spoke up after a few moments.

“Hmm?” You looked over at him, as if to say ‘go on’

“Well… I used to have other Pokemon aside from him and one of them was an Espeon, which… I raised from an Eevee. I think he feels a sense of familiarity.”

“Makes sense.” You nodded, and after a few moments, your other two Pokemon approached Freakachu, which went better than you were expecting! Freakachu seemed a bit happy to see them, actually, which caught Red off guard, but happy to see him happy. Freakachu was holding onto one of Sylveon’s ribbons, feeling them as they glided over his paws.

“She’s so elegant and pretty. I think he’s fascinated by her.” Red told you, chuckling a bit in response.

“I think you’re right.” You agreed, now looking back over to see Freakachu hugging your Vulpix. “Yeah, I know, she’s warm. Something you haven’t felt in a long time, huh?” Freakachu continued to hug your Vulpix for a few moments before letting go, looking directly at you.

“Why is he looking at me like that, Red?”

“I… have no idea, Y/n.” Red looked a bit confused, and nervous, by this. Freakachu then proceeded to run towards you, Red looked terrified by this, taking his partner’s pokeball to return him to it. However, that wasn’t necessary, as Freakachu had climbed up your body and up to your shoulder, sitting on your shoulder and rubbing his face against your cheek, something he normally only did with Red.

Red was rather surprised by this, chuckling in response as he pets the Pikachu’s head. You smiled softly in response, glad the whole thing went smoothly.

“I think he likes you too, Y/n.”

“You think so?”

“For sure. He never does this with others, only me. Hell, he usually attacks others that aren’t me.”

“I see. Well, I’m glad you trust me and like me.” You heard a soft noise of approval from Freakachu who rubbed his cheek against yours, trying not to shock you in the process.

“This turned out pretty well, yeah?” You looked over at Red, who leaned over and kissed your cheek.

“I would say so.” Your Pokemon had come over to you at this point, happy to see you and Freakachu getting along as well.

“I’m glad it went well. Now our Pokemon can play and live together.”

“That’s good. And I’m happy to see him becoming friends with others.” Freakachu then climbed down from your shoulder and went over to your pokemon to play with them. You and Red just sat by and watched them, a smile on your faces, as they played until the sun came down, calling them all back as it got dark outside.

[matchasilver]

Okay okay okay.. I was the person that requested more asks about pokespe and I haven’t checked your account in awhile, so I never saw that you responded omg!!! My first ask is abt Gold (and Silver maybe-) having a partner that is . Shorter than them, and an absolute sweetheart throughout the journey. Fluff, whatever you’d like, a tiny bit of lemon?? Whatever you’d like I just 😭😭 aggghhh

Belated hello, Anonny! Aw, thank you so much for requesting! I’m so pleasantly surprised people still love Pokéspe as much as I do. Reader is gn because gender wasn’t specified.

Johto Boys x short!reader Headcanons

Rating: fluff and then nsfw under the cut~

Fluff

Gold:

A tease: This boy will tease you mercilessly for being short, sorry, but I can’t see it any other way. Gold’s a huge flirt, jokester, and has no filter. He doesn’t do it to be mean, believe him, he says! We all know he loves you a lot and this is just how he expresses it, nicknames, using your head as an armrest, hugging you into his chest, and wondering why someone so patient and sweet likes him???

It doesn’t make sense to him internally why you’d be attracted to him, being secretly insecure in his abilities as a boyfriend. Outwardly, he boasts about how OF COURSE he deserves to be fawned over and have someone like you and he’s a “say it till you believe it” kinda guy. Over time, he’d learn to be gentler, and you’d see that slight blush on his face as he throws his arm around you when he gets jealous.

Silver:

Obsessed: Silver really thought he didn’t have a preference for height being so used to people being his height or taller, so when you show up, he’s a little surprised. How are you so small? Is his first thought, but then realizes that might be rude and starts sweating. Meanwhile, you’re just standing there trying to make your greetings and see him stare at you so much is a little embarrassing. Silver then curtly greets you back and then walks away, aka Mr. Darcy anyone??

At any rate, you are dating now and he can’t resist pulling you into hugs and resting his head on yours as you’re suffocating. It really was your steadfast kindness that won him over, similar to how Yellow did him—very few people get him to talk a lot and comfortable but you managed it just by being you! Silver is actually super into PDA, contrary to what some might think, but it’s just a hand on your waist or shoulder if you’re standing close, and likes it when you hold onto his sleeve or shirt. Nothing too crazy.

NSFW

kinks: size-difference, creampie, biting

Gold:

CANNOT and WILL NOT get over how hot having a small partner is to him, he’s majorly turned on by the idea of a belly bulge in your small tummy. The euphoria of having your tiny legs over his shoulders as he slowly moves, eyes glued to how wide your hole spreads on his tan dick.

Will never get over how nice you cream on his wide tongue, his energetic nature bleeds into sex as does a few other things—namely his signature talent—breeding. Gold’s got a beefy dick and he’s not afraid to show it off how much his balls can give.

Wants to cram every last drop inside and gets you so full it slips out anyway with every heavy thrust he makes. Bites your legs, chest, neck, anything he can get to, then eats out your gaping hole, promising to do it all again if you want.

Stuff you so full that all you can do is take it and beg for more because oops, now you feel so empty without him now, and that’s how he likes you. His arms caging your small form alone gets you dripping now, and his toothy grin spreads as fast as your legs, heh.

Silver:

Loses himself every time, your small frame makes him weak, he’d want to be gentle and starts of so so slow because he knows he’s longer than some, but he can’t help it. Your cute begging and seductive eyes get him. He tries to be quiet, and fails—miserably.

Silver knows you like his hair falling on you as he lays on top of you, he likes to feel your chest on his, and hold you close.

Rutting as he buries his face in your neck licking your soft skin as he breathes ragged and hips slipping into you as you suck him in with your legs pushing him deeper. Mmhhf! He let out a small whine as he gives into you, shuddering gasps against your ear as you pull him down to suck on the chest he kept pawing at. Poor thing, he just can’t help it!

[coannaa-bee]

Generation and Characters I write for

GEN 1: Kanto

Red

Blue

Green

Brock

Misty

Erika

Janine

Sabrina

Lorelei

Bruno

Lance

Gen 2: Johto

Bugsy

Whitney

Morty

Jasmine

Clair

Will

Karen

Gen 3: Hoenn

May

Roxanne

Brawly

Flannery

Winona

Tate and Liz (STRICTLY PLATONIC.)

Wallace

Steven

Phoebe

Glacia

Maxie (platonic till further notice)

Archie (platonic until further notice)

Gen 4: Sinnoh + Hisui

Dawn

Roark

Gardenia

Fantina

Candice

Volkner

Aaron

Lucian

Cynthia

Adaman

Volo

Arezu

Irida

Mai

Melli

Cogita

Gen 5: Unova

Cilan, Cress, and Chili

Cheren

Lenora

Burgh

Elesa

Clay (Platonic only until further notice)

Skyla

Drayden

Iris

Ingo

Emmet

Shauntal

Marshal (platonic until further notice)

Grimsley

Caitlin

N

Colress

Ghetsis

Gen 6: Kalos

Viola

Grant

Korrina

Clemont

Valerie

Olympia

Calem

Serena

Malva

Drasna (Platonic only)

Siebold

Diantha

Gen 7: Alola

Hau

Lillie

Kiawe

Guzma

Lusamine

Olivia

Acerola

Mallow

Gladion

Llima

Plumeria

Wicke

Kahili

Gen 8: Galar

Marnie

Bede

Piers

Nessa

Milo

Bea

Raihan

Allister

Melony

Hop

Sonia

Gordie

Gen 9: Paldea

Penny

Nemona

Arven

Giamoco

Mela

Atticus

Ortega

Mei

Katy

Brassius

Iono

Kofu (platonic only till further notice)

Larry

Ryme

Tulip

Grusha

Rika

Poppy (PLATONIC ONLY.)