#chase x bulbasaur

[jagibee]

Stray Pack

(Stray Kids x Reader)

Chapter 7

2,167 Words

A/N: This story is going at a snail’s pace and it might be going that way for a while. Sorry, not sorry!

TW: blood mention, no actual blood

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“Gross, hyung. The magic? Are you a college bro dude bringing a girl to your bedroom for the first time?”

Chan’s jaw dropped in offense, the corners of his lips turned slightly up. “Yah! I happen to think the studio is very magical!”

Felix wrinkled his nose. “Whatever. Let’s just at least let the others meet her before we chase her away.”

The two of them led you down the hallway, Felix bouncing along at your side, eyes sparkling with excitement. Chan rested his hand on your lower back once more as you made your way to a large, sticker-covered door.

You recognized some of the stickers, little SKZOOs and miniature album covers, but some of them were quite random. A duck on a skateboard, an ice cream cone holding a cactus, a Bulbasaur with a flower crown. While they didn’t exactly match the other stickers, you couldn’t deny that they were all quite adorable.

“Alright,” Chan said, turning you from the door to face Felix. “I think it’s best if I go ahead and make sure they aren’t having a twerk battle or anything before Y/N goes in there. Stay here for a sec?”

You smiled at him and bumped his shoulder with yours. “What, I don’t get to watch the twerk battle? I think I would be a great judge.”

He pursed his lips, somewhere between suppressing a smile and on the verge of losing his sanity. “Hopefully, there won’t actually be a twerk battle happening. They might be sitting in there calmly and patiently. However, as someone who has had to deal with them for years, I know to lower my expectations.”

Felix shook his head with a smirk. “Are you kidding? As someone who has had to deal with you for years, I know you would get super crazy bored if we were calm and patient all the time. You love our chaos. But if you don’t want to traumatize Y/N right away, you can check on them.”

Felix wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you against him as Chan slipped into the room. He shut the door gently behind him but you could hear the uproar at his arrival. Felix sighed and rested his chin on your shoulder.

Turning to him, you felt a bit of anxiety bubble up in your chest. “Is everyone in there?”

He glanced at you out of the corner of his eye without moving his head. “They should be. Normally, our recording sessions just have a few of us at a time, but…” He paused to grin at you. “It’s a bit of a special occasion.”

Before you could stutter out a response, Chan reappeared, leaving the sticker-covered door cracked open just the tiniest bit behind him.

“Okay, Y/N.” He clapped. “Let’s do this!”

He grabbed your hand and led you through the door, Felix shuffling behind with his arms still around you and trying his best to stay connected.

The room was mostly taken up by a recording room and a table full of hundreds of different buttons and switches. Two walls, however, had one large L-shaped couch against them, completely taken over by the band members.

Closest to where you were standing, lying with his head resting against the arm of the couch, was Minho. As he heard the door open, he stretched over the armrest, causing his head to go upside down over the edge of the couch. He smiled at you, eyes squinting, and you couldn’t help smiling back.

Sitting nearby with Minho’s legs tossed over his lap, you recognized Jisung. His wide eyes glanced up at you and he went to maneuver himself out from the tangle of legs, but they visibly tightened over him, locking Jisung down against the couch.

Next to him, curled up together in the corner of the couch, snoring softly, were Jeongin and Seungmin. Innie opened his eyes at the sound of the door opening and blinked slowly at you a couple times before the sleep cleared from his eyes. They widened as he sat up, jostling Seungmin and waking him up in the process.

On the opposite side of the couch, you could see Changbin spread out with Hyunjin settled on top of him, his head nestled against Changbin’s stomach with a content smile on his face. Changbin’s eyes widened at you while Hyunjin mumbled a soft “hi, noona” and turned his head to face the wall.

You giggled. “Hi, Hyunjin!” You whispered, holding up the hand still entangled with Chan’s to wave at the omega, despite the fact that he was turned away and couldn’t see.

Your eyes shifted back to Han as he wrestled his way free of Minho’s trap and stumbled over to you. Seungmin also stepped his way over Jeongin to stand next to Jisung. Changbin appeared to struggle under Hyunjin, but after nothing happened, he stopped. You were sure that he could overpower Hyunjin if he wanted to, but you couldn’t exactly blame him for not trying his hardest. If Hyunjin was laid on top of you like that, you wouldn’t even try to move.

Jisung and Seungmin stood before you, Chan, and Felix like you were deciding their fate.

Chan squeezed your hand. “Guys, this is Y/N, our new caretaker. I know you guys would like some time to get to know each other, but we really have to get this recording down, so maybe just get to know each other during? Got it?”

Jisung nodded while Seungmin muttered “got it”. On the other side of the room, evidently Changbin had gotten a bit impatient. He wrapped his arms around Hyunjin, stood up, and dragged him over to you. Hyunjin playfully struggled, but once he got close enough to you, he gasped dramatically. “Rescue me, noona!” He exclaimed, going limp and flopping over into you and Felix, who was still clinging to your back. Luckily, Hyunjin wasn’t very heavy and you managed to catch him before all three of you hit the ground.

Chan’s hand had gotten dragged along with yours where you wrapped it around Hyunjin. He sighed as Changbin froze, eyes wide and arms held out in front of him.

Jisung cackled at the other boy’s stance, relieving the tension in the room. “Yah, hyung!” He shouted with a wide, open-mouthed smile. “You can’t just throw Hyunjin at random people!”

Changbin’s jaw dropped. “I didn’t throw him! He threw himself! I’m completely innocent!”

Minho sighed, still draped half upside-down over the couch’s armrest. “It’s too early for this. Jagi, Dwaekki, calm down before I stuff Seungmin’s socks in your mouths.”

“Why my socks?”

“I’m too pretty to have socks in my mouth!”

“Why is he jagi but I’m Dwaekki?”

“Because he has cuter cheeks.” Minho smirked.

Changbin puffed his own cheeks out. “Yah, hyung, you don’t think my cheeks are cute? These cheeks?” His voice went high-pitched as he poked his own cheeks and bounced around you to Felix. You could feel the younger boy smile against your shoulder and Hyunjin shook with silent laugher, jostling you both in the process. “Yongbok, tell hyungie my cheeks are cuter than-”

A growl erupted from the corner of the couch where Jeongin had settled back down.

Everyone in the room froze until Chan released your hand to walk over to the maknae.

“Hey,” He said, holding out his hand tentatively, like someone waiting for an unfamiliar dog to sniff. “Hey, aegi-alpha. Is everything okay?”

Jeongin blinked, eyes widening before he frowned in confusion. “Not sure. Probably… too loud?”

“Okay,” Chan nodded, still holding his hand out. “Are you still okay to record today or do you want to take a break?”

Innie shook his head and then bumped it into Chan’s hand like a cat. “I’m good. Just…” He paused to wave his hand around. “Alpha-y.”

You were mentally debating whether to ask what that meant or not. On one hand, it felt like it was none of your business. On the other hand, “alpha-y” stuff was kind of exactly your business. Before either argument won, Felix bumped his nose into your shoulder to get your attention. “Since Innie’s still settling in his presentation, he’s not always sure what his alpha is trying to tell him, so when he doesn’t know why his alpha does something instinctively, he just tells us it was him being alpha-y.” His eyes shifted over to watch Chan run his fingers through Jeongin’s hair. “It’s quite cute.”

Hyunjin adjusted himself so he could see the two alphas in the corner while still leaning against you. “Isn’t everything he does cute? He could growl at me and bite me with those sharp little teeth until I bleed and I would still call his aggressiveness adorable.”

While the three of you were gazing at Chan and Innie, Minho had grabbed Jisung and Changbin and prompted them to set up for recording. The younger two had been frozen, staring at the others just like your little omega cluster, but with much less adoration and much more guilt and fear. Thankfully, Minho dragged them over and sat them down in front of the recording box, bringing Seungmin with him as well and sitting down with the beta on his lap on the far end of the couch, giving the others adequate space.

Chan murmured to Jeongin for a couple minutes before gesturing you over. You turned around and placed Hyunjin into Felix’s arms. The younger boy was all too happy to latch onto Hyunjin as you moved over to the corner.

“What’s up?” You asked softly, conscientious of how Innie said it might have been too loud for his alpha.

“Do you…” Chan hesitated. “I know it’s sort of hard to know, especially since Iyen doesn’t even know, but do you have any ideas why he would growl like that?”

Jeongin had grasped one of Chan’s hands between both of his own and was currently nuzzling against the scent gland on Chan’s wrist. Chan’s other hand was gently running through the younger boy’s hair and he peeked out from under it, sharp eyes regarding you questioningly.

You mentally pictured the scene right before the growl to try and figure it out. “Well, I’m not so sure it was the noise. Newly presented people do have more sensitive hearing, along with their sense of smell. But I think it has to do more with where Changbin was rather than his volume.”

Chan’s hand stilled in I.N’s hair. “What do you mean?”

You took a deep breath. “Felix, Hyunjin, and I were all huddled together and Changbin came over to us, which irritated Innie’s alpha.”

Chan glanced between you and Jeongin. “Why would that irritate his alpha?”

“Felix’s heat,” you answered. “I.N’s alpha is telling him not to let other alphas near Felix, though it’s hard to tell whether it’s so that they don’t take advantage of him or because he’s simply jealous.”

Jeongin dropped Chan’s hand from his face down to his lap, interweaving their fingers together, holding his hand more naturally. “But Channie-hyung was standing next to you and Yongbok. Why did I only react when Changbin-hyung got close to him?”

“He’s your head alpha,” you told him, glancing pointedly at Chan’s hand grasped between his. “You subconsciously trust him with Felix, so you don’t worry about him or get jealous.”

Chan squeezed Innie’s hand before turning back to you. “Is he going to be like this all the way up until Felix’s heat? Growling every time Changbin or Minho gets close to Felix? And maybe even during his heat, too?”

You pursed your lips. “He shouldn’t. He might be a little extra… sensitive. But his hormones are fluctuating and so are Felix’s. There will likely be a few more instances where Innie is more aggressive than usual, but it’s a bit difficult to know when and where it will happen. Also, I don’t want to jinx anything, but if all he does is growl, then it should be fairly easy to deal with.”

Chan nodded and rested his forehead against I.N’s. “We’re gonna be okay, yeah? It’s just a couple days until Felix’s heat and we’re gonna be fine, aren’t we?”

Jeongin’s eyebrows furrowed. “Hyung, I don’t want to growl at Changbin-hyung or Lino-hyung for no good reason.”

Chan’s hand slipped down from I.N’s hair to rest on his neck, thumb pressing gently on the maknae’s scent gland. “Well, I can’t promise that that won’t happen, but I can promise that we won’t get upset with you. Do you remember what your alpha-hyungs were like when Felix first presented? If we can survive that, we can survive a couple little growls from our adorable aegi-alpha.”

Jeongin giggled and nodded against Chan’s forehead. “Okay, hyung. We should start recording now, shouldn’t we?”

From the angle you were standing, you couldn’t exactly see Chan’s expression, but you could see his cheeks stretch like he was smiling. “Yeah, Innie. Let’s start recording.”

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[ask-valiant-victory]

[Ref] - [No Cape Ref] - [Character Tag] - Valor

Name: Valor

Current Universe: U1 - The God Realm

Status/Trainer: Wild Pokemon

Pronouns: He/Him

Type of Pokemon: Mew

Additional Refs:

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Age: ???

Height: 1'4" (40 cm)

Deity Pact: Arceus

Spzd. Move: 

Judgement [Psychic]: [DATA NOT FOUND]

Moveset:

Transform [Normal]: The user transforms into a copy of the target, right down to having the same move set.

Reflect Type [Normal]: The user reflects the target’s type to become the same type as the target.

Magical Leaf [Grass]: The user scatters curious leaves that chase the target. This attack never misses.

Charm [Fairy]: The user gazes at the target rather charmingly, making it less wary. This harshly lowers the target’s Attack stat.

[Mark of Arceus] - Valor belongs to the god Arceus.

[Bulbasaur Cape] - A handmade Bulbasaur cosplay cape.

[Bulbasaur Backpack] - A handmade backpack in the shape of a Blubasaur's blub, it has various things stuffed in it.

[Game System] - A game system that only contains Snake and an odd version of Tetris. It has a Bulbasaur charm attached to it.

[Gift Box] - A box containing a gift.

[Defining Traits]

They seem a bit obsessed with Bulbasaur.

[x] Valor is the youngest of Arceus' children, despite his young age currently he's been around for a very long time.

[x] Valor has an extreme dislike for Arceus.

[Major Facts]

[x] Valor is so young because of the amount of times Valiant has killed him.

[Minor Facts]

N/A

[Important History] - [Present Day]

You feel like you've seen this Pokemon somewhere before.

[Important History] - [Past]

N/A

[justwritingscibbles]

House Plants

Fic Request: Chase with a Bulbasaur

Hope you enjoy!!

Potted plants were meant to be good for the house. They produce oxygen to clean the air. Their flowers, if the plant has some, provides a dash of colour and fragrance to the home. And they’re something that reminds you to look after yourself. Their own requirements are small in comparison to you; but they’re still a nice little reminder to drink water and get some sunlight. The important things.

Chase was just thinking this over when he felt something pull on his blanket. The blissful warmth of his bed was immediately ruined by the thick material falling off his body and onto the floor. Vines slithered up and gently poked him in the face, stirring him further from sleep.

“Bulba…” Chase heard the soft call of his Pokemon from somewhere beside the bed. He groaned and lifted up his head, blearily searching for the little creature. Finding it as a lump under the blankets, moving around as it attempted to get out of the confines of its own making.

“What’s up Saur-Gal?” Chase asked. Reaching down to help it out of the blanket. Bulbasaur stayed still until her little head poked out of the blanket. Happily accepting the head-pats as Chase moved closer to the side of the bed. “You good now?”

“Bulbasaur!” She squeaked. The vines slithering back into the pod on her back. Watching excitedly as Chase forced himself to sit up and rub the dreariness from his eyes. His throat felt dry. And the head-ache was beginning to turn into a heavy throb. As always, the liquor was never a good sleeping-pill. But damn! It worked a treat.

The Pokemon nudged his leg. Looking up at him expectantly as he stretched a tired smile over his lips. “I’m getting there, buddy. Let me sit for a minute.” He said. And the little creature nodded. Sitting on its hind-legs and looking up at Chase as he covered his face with his hands. The darkness helped. Sometime during the morning, Bulbasaur had opened the curtains and let the sunlight into the room. The clothes on the floor and been pushed into a pile in the corner and on the bedside table, there was a glass of water in replacement of the whiskey bottle.

“You really shouldn’t have come home with me.” Chase sighed. Looking down at the creature as it tilted its head. As if not understanding his words. But Chase knew she could understand him. She was just choosing to ignore his words until he chooses nicer ones. “Alright, lets…lets start the day, huh?”

Bulbasaur jumped to its feet with an excited cry. Galloping out of the room, skidding to a stop outside the door with its whole body vibrating happily. Chase couldn’t frown at that. He smiled, chuckling as he stood and followed her downstairs. The kitchen was cleared of rubbish and bottles. Most of it pushed into a corner or carelessly flung into the bin. The room smelled fresher. Morning air wafted in from open windows and sunlight filled the kitchen with light. Chase couldn’t remember the last time he opened the windows.

Bulbasaur clambered onto one of the stools by the kitchen island. Front paws on the counter, watching Chase as he clicked the kettle and waited for it to boil. “Coffee is life.” He told Bulbasaur. “It’s a meal and an energizer.”

Something about his words upset the Pokemon. Her eyes creased in a hard stare and her bulb quivered restlessly.

“What?” Chase asked. Plopping a few teaspoons of ground coffee into his mug. Pouring the boiling water in and turning the inside into a deep brown colour. “I don’t eat breakfast.”

Bulbasaur made a soft huff and dropped off the stool. Waddling over to the fridge and flinging it open with her vines. She stood there for a moment. Front paws settling on the bottom of the fridge, taking in what little Chase had. Finally, she wrapped her vines around an apple and placed it in front of Chase. The fruit looked too ripe and a part of it was wrinkling with age.

“I’m not eating that. I’ll be ok, Bulb. I really don’t need breakfast.” Chase explained again. But got the same response from the Pokemon. A harsh huff and a stare that was clearly displeased. Bulbasaur dropped back to the floor and closed the fridge. Then ventured over to the other side of the kitchen. She raised her vines up and opened the pantry. Inside, it was just as bare as the fridge. But there were some unopened crackers that she brought down to her height and made a soft noise. As if she was saying “this will have to do.”

Chase stirred the coffee and dropped the teaspoon into the sink. Glancing at Bulbasaur as she lifted the crackers up to him, shaking it and squeaking urgently. Chase signed. Taking the box and opening it up. The crackers smelled a little stale. But not so bad to chew on as he stared down at the Pokemon. “Happy?” He asked. And Bulbasaur did a little dance with her paws as she smiled up at him. And again, Chase found she was too cute to not smile back at.

After his crackers and coffee, Chase felt a little guilty that Bulbasaur had to tip-toe around his messy house. Clothes and bottles and rubbish were strewn everywhere. Pizza boxes were stacked on his coffee table and dirty dishes were piled both in the sink and around it. He glanced down at the Pokemon as it started gathering rubbish off the floor and carrying it over to the bin. Which was also overflowing with rubbish. Sighing, Chase cracked his knuckles and gave Bulbasaur a thumbs up. “Let’s get this place clean, huh?” To which, Bulbasaur called out happily and hobbled over to help him gather more rubbish.

Bag after bag, the rubbish was shoved and stuffed, tied up and thrown out to the bins outside. Bulbasaur attempted to drag the heavy load outside, but the poor Pokemon was just a little lacking in strength. But Chase happily carried it out for her. She was working hard to help clean after all. And she happily galloped around the now free space of the floor.

Once that was done, Bulbasaur worked on cleaning the dishes. Her vines slipped a little with the soap, and some of the old stains on the plates would need soaking off. But she refused to let Chase near the sink. Yelling at him and waving soapy vines to shoo him away until he left the kitchen. It made him laugh. The first time in a while as bubbles floated around the kitchen and soap splashed across his face. So, he busied himself with carry loads of washing down to the machine to be cleaned. He estimated three loads of washing would be needed to be done. It would take a while, but he did miss the smell of detergent. Suddenly, he realized it had been ages since his bed-sheets had been cleaned. Bulbasaur had been sleeping with him in that! She probably didn’t like how it smelled at all. The thought made him run upstairs and strip the bed. Stuffing them into the machine and pouring the powder all over it.

Bulbasaur cooed softly as he went to put the first load of wet washing into the dryer. He paused, watching the Pokemon open the back door and point with her nose over to the clothes line outside. “But its quicker in the dryer.” Chase pouted. But Bulbasaur gave him the displeased look and he sighed. Heaving the loaded basket of wet clothes out into the sunlight to be hung. Bulbasaur helped where she could. She attempted to clip pegs over the clothes, but her vines weren’t as dexterous as Chase’s fingers. He chuckled and took the peg that clamped onto her vine, using it to hang up on of his shirts.

“I got this, Bulbasaur. Take a break, girlie.” Chase told her. And the Pokemon nodded, sighing joyously as she curled up in the long grass of Chase’s backyard. The sun bathing her in warmth as Chase continued to finish up the chore. He stalled for a minute. Letting the sun warm his face as he breathed in the clean material. When was the last time he was outside? He went to the store yesterday to buy something to drink. That’s when he met Bulbasaur. But it had been late afternoon and he doesn’t remember feeling the sun. When was the last time he let himself feel anything?

A nudge on his leg jerked him out of his thoughts. He looked down to see Bulbasaur sitting at his feet. Watching him carefully as he bent down to scratch under her chin. “How about we go shopping for some food. Maybe get some lunch too?” He asked. His stomach grumbled in mimicry to Bulbasaur’s excited shout. He finished hanging the clothes and made sure the washing machine was going before dressing in his cleanest clothes. Then, he gathered up his wallet and keys and met Bulbasaur at the front door. The Pokemon bounded out into the front yard and to the car. Jumping and dancing as Chase unlocked the car door and opened it up, letting the small Pokemon jump into the seat and cross over to the passenger side. Once Chase had slid into the driver seat and started the car, he checked to make sure Bulbasaur was secured into the seat belt. It was a little awkward, and he’d definitely need to get a Pokemon seat for his car. But she didn’t seem to mind. Looking out the window as Chase started driving.

Surprisingly, there was barely any traffic today. It was still morning, Chase thought to himself. Maybe he’s just early for the morning rush. When he voiced this to Bulbasaur, she made a soft grunt and tilted her head. As if confused by his comment. He looked at his watch’s time and date. Making a soft “oh” as he realized that it was in fact a Sunday. And not a Wednesday like he first believed.

“I’m really out of the loop…” Chase muttered under his breath. Pulling into the car-park of a super-market and coming to a stop in one of the shaded areas. He then unclipped Bulbasaur from her seatbelt and let her jump out before locking up the car and heading on into the air-conditioned store. Bulbasaur immediately wandered over to the fruit and vegetable aisle. Propping her little paws on the displays to peer at the fruits.

“You’re not going to let me get away with buying a small portion of fruit are you?” Chase asked. Already knowing the answer since Bulbasaur was bringing a bag of apples, oranges and a variation of vegetables back over to him. He took out a cart from the front of the store and let Bulbasaur put it in. She gave him a happy little nod and pranced off over get more produce.

“Hey Chase!” Your voice carried over from nearby and Chase turned to greet you. Smiling as you embraced him in a hug. “Good to see you out and about. How are you doing?”

You always had that way of asking if he was REALLY ok without actually asking. Your kind smile and attentive eyes made him feel much better. Especially since you noticed him outside his house and in clean clothes. A much better sight than him on the couch for the umpteenth time and in the same shirt.

“I’m doing ok. Just getting some stock for the kitchen. I have a guest now, and I don’t want her to go hungry.” Chase smiled sheepishly. Glancing over as Bulbasaur carried back more food. She greeted you with a soft sound and accepted a pet on the head as she placed the produce in the cart.

“You got a Pokemon! That’s great, Chase.” You exclaimed excitedly. You were one of the few that understood that Chase never really wanted a Pokemon. He didn’t want to burden it with his troubles. You didn’t push him, but seeing you with your Pokemon made him sometimes yearn for that type of friendship. Your Pokemon greeted Bulbasaur, looking just as happy as you when it realized the Bulbasaur was with Chase.

“She kinda… followed me home. I didn’t want to leave her out on the street. So, she’s staying with me till she wants to leave.” Chase didn’t miss that look Bulbasaur shot him. And you looked a little confused, but none the less excited.

“It looks like she didn’t like that.” You chuckled. “I’ve got to go. But its really good to see you out of the house, Chase.” You gave him another hug and your Pokemon waved goodbye to Bulbasaur before hurrying after you. Chase smiled. Some part of him glowing a little with your words. It was good to be out of the house. Bulbasaur then nudged his leg and the two carried on further into the shop.

Chase got way too much food. But given most of it wasn’t junk food, and Bulbasaur refused to let him take anything that didn’t have some sort of nutritional value. He decided it was probably for the best he stocked up on groceries. He bought some frozen meals but also made the decision to actually cook tonight. He looked up a recipe for curry online and hurried around to gather the ingredients. Eventually the store built up with more people. And Chase picked Bulbasaur up and placed her in the kiddie-seat. She looked relieved, and settled into the seat. Squeaking occasionally whenever they passed a Pokemon or their Trainer. Greeting them with soft calls, making Chase stop to let them talk. Chatting with the Trainer himself, Chase didn’t mind too much. However, he did have to drag Bulbasaur away from a particularly angry Pidgey. Who Bulbasaur seemed ready to throw down with as soon as they locked eyes. But finally, the two made it to the front counter.

The amount the food came to was a large sum. But considering there was nothing in his house, Chase knew it was necessary. Bulbasaur sat proudly on the cart. Heaving the bags back into the cart as Chase made small talk with the man behind the counter. He offered a deal for a box of Pokemon cookies that went to support Trainers in the Gym Challenges. And Chase accepted. Paying some extra dollars to give Bulbasaur a treat to munch on as he loaded the car of his groceries.

She looked very happy as she nibbled on an Onix shaped cookie. Allowing Chase to pick her up and place her in the passenger side seat before taking the cart back to its place in front of the store.

“All good?” He asked as he strapped himself in. To which Bulbasaur nodded, digging out another cookie that was in the shape of an Eevee. She held it out to Chase as he drove out onto the street. He smiled and took it, taking a bite of the vanilla cookie. It was surprisingly good.

Back at home and the food all put away, Chase took the rest of the day to finish up cleaning. He was in the zone now! He didn’t want to sit down otherwise he’d lose the rush and probably never get back up to finish anything. Bulbasaur trailed after him as he finished up around the house. Carrying things and folding the laundry once it was dry from being in the sun. Attempting to help put the clean sheets back on the bed but only struggling with the fitted sheet as they both got it the wrong way twice.

It was late into the afternoon when Chase finally sat down. His whole body was tired from the work he did today. And his mind was surprisingly full of nothing. Blissful nothing. Bulbasaur was sprawled out beside him on the couch. Her little legs flopped out at all angles and her head comfortably resting against his thigh. Chase stroked her head affectionately. Smiling when her throat rumbled with some sort of Pokemon purr. He sighed and lent his head back. Allowing his eyes to close and have a moment of rest. And he spoke softly, so not to ruin the gentle silence that surrounded them both.

“Thanks Bulbasaur. Today was a good day.” He said, and Bulbasaur gently agreed. Her eyes blinking open for a moment to look up at him before settling down into the cushions.

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Enter: Gooper, Greenbean, False Bug, Pupper, Bonehead, BoneGatherer and Striker + Vs: Avery (x2)

Once I left the Dojo, I spotted the Slowpoke running towards the Soothing Wetlands. I chased after it on my bike, along with the other students. As I was chasing it, I tripped over a Whooper. After we looked at each other for a second, we looked at each other for one second and I lightly a quick Net Ball at it, catching the little goober instantly. I named her Gooper.

After that, I got back up on my bike and chased all 3 Slowpokes. WHY ARE ALL THESE SLOWPOKES SO GOD DAMN FAST-

Good thing is that they're weak, so Child Safe cleans them up quickly. Once all three are caught and defeated, I go back to the Master Dojo with the uniform in hand. Honey and Mustard were talking to each other when they spotted and greeted me. Soon after, everyone else rushed in and were in shock that I caught all 3 Slowpoke. Avery asked if I got his uniform, and I just handed it back. Mustard announces that I have cleared the 1st Trial like it was nothing. Only Leon was able to catch all 3 on their own before. Everyone else was able to catch up, but not Defeat them. I outdid myself, so everyone else was able to get a second chance. After some were Eliminated, Honey brought out 2 pokemon: Bulbasaur and Squirtle. Apperantly, when they are Fully Evolved, they'll have the ability to Gigantamax. I am looking straight at Bulbasaur the it stepped in, so that's the one I choose. I name him Greenbean, I love him.

Honey and Mustard talk about Dynamaxing and Gigantamaxing, including how there's a secret recipe in the Master Dojo. Drinking it makes us Gigantic and Strong. Mustard calls it Max Soup. Speaking if it, the next trial shall be Mushroom Picking. We'll be picking a plant known as Max Mushrooms, which are the key to Gigantamaxing. We are tasked with finding 3 mushrooms each. Everyone ran off to gather shrooms. The Move Tutor in the Dojo also made himself known, letting us know that he can teach our Pokemon exclusive moves. Honey gave me 5 pieces of Armorite Ore to let me teach one pokemon a new move. I decided to teach Princess Triple Axel, a powerful Ice Type move. I leave the Dojo, but Mustard stops me. It dawned on him that I'm new to the Isle of Armor, so I probably have no Idea where to look for Max Mushrooms. I walked with him to find some Mushroom Hot Spots™️.

Usually, there's a lot in the Forest of Focus, but a swarm of Greedent ate them all. So there might be some in the Warm-Up Tunnel, which is at the other side of the forest. I stand at the edge of the forest, and move forward.

While wandering the forest, I find a Fomantis in the grass. I throw a Nest Ball and catch it with no struggle. I name her False Bug, since she's a Grass type posing as a Bug Type. Crossing the Forest of Focus, I make it to the Training Lowlands. In the Grass, I spot a Lillipup. I look at him...and I GRAB THE CHILD. HE IS MINE NOW! Pupper is in the Box!

I enter Warm-Up Tunnel and spot a Cubone. I toss a Dusk Ball and name her Bonehead once caught. Further into the cave I found a bundle of Max Shrooms. As I was about to pick them, a Voice screamed at me. It was Avery, claiming that he saw them first with his ✨psychic powers.✨I'm too tired to argue, so...sure, why not. Somehow, some-fucking-way, Avery managed to take this as a sign of me trying to say that I'm stronger. He demands to fight me, so here we go i guess.

You are challenged by Pokemon Trainer Avery!

His first Pokemon is Slowpoke, and I send out Child Safe- shadow ball. He says that Shadow Ball is now banned, so ok.

I switch to Dig Dug and he sends out Kadabra. Kadabra Outspeeds and uses Psybeam. I use X-Scissor. Kadabra dies.

Up next is a Woobat, so I send out Princess to test out the new Triple Axel move. It hits twice and KOs Woobat swiftly. Easiest victory today.

He gets frustrated and lets me keep my mushrooms. He runs away, off to look for more elegant looking mushrooms. After I pick my mushrooms, I get a call from Honey. She asks how my trial is going, and I tell her that it's been Easy Peasy. Honey's been checking in on everyone, but I'm the first to find Max Mushrooms. She tells me to be careful on my way back, but I decide to explore some more.

I walked into the Potbottom Desert and looked around. The 1st pokemon I spot is a Vullaby, which a Nest Ball makes quick work of. I named her BoneGatherer and sent her to the PC. Collected some Items, fought a couple pokemon, and found some Diglett.

Once I make it back, everyone was waiting for me. No one else but I found any Max Mushrooms, it seems, So I'm the only one who passed the trial. But before everyone leaves, we'll have a meal with the Max Shrooms that I got.

While cooking, Avery bursts through the roir with 3 Max Mushrooms in his arms. That makes him the 2nd person to pass the Second Trial. He asked for his mushrooms to be used in the soup, and they said sure. I'm fine with this. I get to keep my Max Mushrooms anyways, so I'm fine with it.

Once the soup is ready, we all sit at the big table and dig in. While eating the soup, Mustard explained the deal with the soup. While he was explaining, my whole body glowed with Dynamax Energy. Do I have the ability to Gigantamax now?

After we ate, Mustard asked to meet him in his room. When I got there, Hyde was working on a machine that looked like a Cramorant. He tried powering it up, but it couldn't turn on. I approached it, and he explained that he made it, but it lacks the Watts to work. I offered to provide the Watts to power it on, and he accepted.

After that, I talk to Mustard who was on the couch. Avery was there too. Avery and I shall now take in the Master Dojo's...

Final. Last. Ultimate. Third Trial!

The final challenge...IS TO FIGHT EACH OTHER! WOOOOOOO!

The battle will take place in the battle court behind the Master Dojo. Avery runs to the back and gets himself ready. Mustard explains that Avery has been doing the bare minimum before I got here due to his talent. Ever since I've gotten here, he's been trying and putting in all his effort. So now, he'll be going all out.

I heal up, prepare my pokemon, and go to the Battle Court.

There stands Avery, waiting fir me in the middle if the battlefield. He spotted me and walked straight for me. He says that with my defeat, he'll get the secret armor of the Master Dojo. He's coming with everything he has, and so do I. As we go to fight, the members of the dojo arrive to cheer us on. Honey and Mustard are watching intensely. We take our spots...and prepare to fight. Before we start, I feel some mist starting to set in.

You are challenged by Pokemon Trainer Avery!

He sends out a Ponyta and I send out Drifloon. However, he reveals that he has set up Psychic Terrain with his powers. I use Shadow Ball and take out Ponyta in one hit.

His next pokemon is his Kadabra, and I sent out Vee to deal with it. Kadabra outspeeds and hits with a Boosted Psybeam, but it does very little damage. Vee's Bite takes it out easily.

Next was Swoobat and I send out Dig Dug. He uses Air Cutter, which deals decent Damage, but Dig Dug's Rock Slide eliminates it.

His last Pokemon is Galarian Slowbro. I feel confident, so I keep Dig Dug in. This is his last Pokemon, so we both Dynamax. I use Max Quake, ready to deal the final blow. He dynamaxes Slowbro, but it goes down in a single hit.

The victor has been decided! I am the one to complete the 3rd trial! Avery calls himself pathetic for losing despite resorting to underhanded tactics. He gave it his all, and lost to a child(me). He wants to give up on his dream of being a gym leader. After admitting that he cheated, he told me to tell Mustard everything. Nah, don't feel like it. Mustard tells me that that's my strength: kindness towards my pokemon and rivals. Mustard forgave Avery for what he did, saying he's just a Hardworking student. But as punishment, Avery has to look after the Dojo's Pokemon for 6 months by himself. The punishment is so light so they can work on strengthening his heart.

Mustard gathered everyone around to congratulate me on my victory. To I, who has completed the 3 Dojo Trials, Mustard grants me the Secret Armor of the Master Dojo. It'll take a while to get it though, so everyone is sent to relax. Before I could go in, Avery stopped me. He gave me his League Card. He admits my strength, just a little.

After I walked in, Mustard was already ready. Wow, he's fast. Since I completed the three trials, I shall receive the Secret Armor!

Mustard brought out a pokeball and sent out a small, energetic bear Pokemon. He started jumping around, showing off his strength and agility. But when he spotted me, he hid behind Mustard's leg.

Mustard explained that this little guy is the Dojo's secret armor. Say hello to...Kubfu! He's small, but tough. He'll see me through any battle, he says. The only problem is: he's shy. He doesn't have much confidence in himself. So mustard thought that if he joins me on my adventure, that'll help it break out of his shell. So he asks me to take care of Kubfu.

Kubfu became your Pokemon!

I named him Striker and added him to my party, replacing BroBro. My first step is to build trust between Striker and I, so we should explore the Isle of Armor together since Striker doesn't leave the dojo often. Mustard also grants me permission to have a Pokemon following me outside of its pokeball. Once we're ready, Mustard will begin Striker's training.

Let's become friends, okay little guy?

[such-fun]

Fic: Closer to the Light  3/?   Kylo Ren x Reader

Closer to the Light

Pairing: Kylo Ren x Reader

Summary: You rejected the Force once, but it’s pull won’t be denied.

Spoilers: No TROS spoilers. Takes place just before The Force Awakens and continues from there. Rey will feature but not as heavily.

Tag list: @babsbixby​, @i-am-lokii-of-asgard​, @holacherrycola90​, @bookworm-nerd6, @fanofallthingsnstuff​, @bulba-bulbasaur​, @thomasscresswell​, @vampgguk​, @johnnysactualgf​, @siobhanlovesfilm​, @hockslutter​, @hopplessdreamer​, @prurose​ 

Three:

White walls greeted you when you woke.

Lying flat on your back, it took a minute for your eyes to focus. The ceiling above you and walls around you were a stark white, cold and sterile. The bed you were strewn across was more of a bench, without benefit of a cushion or anything that would offer comfort. 

Behind you was a door that blended in rather well with the walls, and you realized there was no mechanism beside it to open it. That must mean the only access to the room was on the outside.

The cell was cleaner and tidier than your humble tent, but it was a prison nonetheless. 

It took a long minute for you to work up the energy to sit up, pressing your back against the wall and positioning yourself to face the door. You couldn’t control much in this situation, but you would do your best not to be taken by surprise.

The sound of heavy footsteps approaching you made you tense, your spine straight as they came to a stop. You could see the barest of shadows on the floor, hinting of their presence mere feet away.

Soon enough the door slide open, and you remained steady under the unrelenting gaze of Kylo Ren. Two stormtroopers flanked him, but he paid little attention to them. Taking a step inside your cell, and letting the door close behind him with a wave of his hand. The troopers remained on the other side as guards. 

You both spent some time in silence, appraising each other. You didn’t know what he was hoping to find as he studied you, but for you it was merely a battle of wills. If there was a trace of your old friend in him, you hadn’t seen much of it on Abafar. You wouldn’t waste time looking for Ben, not when it was Ren’s mask that stared you down. Instead it was pure stubbornness that drove you.

Someone had to speak first. One of you would crack, and it wouldn’t be you.

“We found your friend,” Ren’s voice, so void of human feeling thanks to his vocoder, still sounded so wrong to your ears. Even so, you smiled to yourself. It was a minor victory, but it was still yours.

“I don’t have any friends,” you said, admitting it more to yourself than to him. Yours was a desolately lonely existence, even if it was of your own making.

“The pilot,” he clarified as he moved to stand in front of your prone figure. He was trying to use his size to intimidate you undoubtedly, but you hardly shook under his withering glare.

Certainly you feared him, of that there was no doubt. But what good would shaking and crying do you? And until you discovered what exactly he wanted with you, all you could do was sit there and let him play his games.

“Imagine my surprise,” Ren continued, the tiniest note of amusement detectable, “after capturing a ‘legendary’ Resistance pilot, your face was one of the first things that appeared when I searched his mind. Why did he come for you?”

All traces of amusement were gone now. 

“I don’t know,” you replied softly. Your mind recalled Poe, dashing and honorable, all but begging you to leave with him. You wondered if you had taken his hand, if you had joined him, would something have turned out differently? Would he have still been captured by the First Order? You felt bile creep up your throat.

“Is he dead?” your voice a harsh whisper.

“He is an enemy of the First Order,” Ren declared darkly. “and was dealt with thusly.”

You clenched your jaw at his non answer. Whatever his fate, the outcome would likely be the same in the end. Torture or death, the Order didn’t grant rebel fighters many options. But you still wanted to know, needed to know.

Poe seemed a good man. He didn’t deserve whatever they were doing to him. Or had done to him. A stray thought left you wondering if he could be on this very ship. Was he a few cells away, battered and broken?

As your worries began to get the better of you, you felt the smallest push. The sensation, once very familiar, was the only warning you got before Ren invaded your mind in full.

Letting out a pained grunt, you struggled to save your thoughts from his relentless perusal. Your hands fisted, and you clawed at your temples before letting out an angry shout.

“Get out!”

You don’t know what did it. If it was the power of your anger and grief that the Force was drawn to, or simply long held power that brimmed at the surface, but you shuddered at the shockwave effect that your shout had. At once you were alone in your thoughts again. Ren took a surprised step back, his limbs taut and hands clenched. 

Having control of your mind once more, you felt like a weight had been lifted and you took in a shaky breath. 

“And here I thought you all but powerless,” he sneered.

“Why am I here?” you tried to sound strong, demanding, but the hesitancy in your voice betrayed you. You may be no match for the great Kylo Ren, but you were stronger than he thought. Stronger than even you thought. 

A connection with the Force, though it might weaken, never truly disappeared.

“Why did I search you out?” He considered you with a slight tilt of his head. “Why are you now my…guest?” At that he gave a small but scornful chuckle. “Because for some reason the Resistance believes you useful.”

Crouching down to meet you eye to eye, Ren regarded you curiously. 

“I would have killed you,” he revealed, and you lost all feigned bravado at his confession. “If you are a possible ally to the Resistance, then you are a threat to the Order. 

“But you are here, alive, because the Supreme Leader wills it.” 

If there was ever a man you could honestly say you hated, it was the Supreme Leader. You hadn’t learned every detail of what happened that fateful night at the Jedi temple, of what had driven Ben to turn so viciously on his brothers and sisters. But you were not wholly ignorant. Ben had become the Supreme Leader’s pupil soon after. As Snoke’s mentee, you knew that man (or monster) had made Ben his puppet as he pulled the strings behind the scenes. 

You loathed Snoke, and Ren’s willingness to anything his new Master demanded, even sparing your life, had you shaking your head in dismay.

“What happened to you?” you sighed sorrowfully. “Ben—”  

“Ben is dead!” he roared, slamming a furious fist into the wall beside your head. “I killed him all those years ago,” Ren growled. “Like I should have killed you.”

“Why didn’t you?” you breath hanging on his every word. He was terrifying in his fury, but you refused to allow yourself to cry. This moment was too important. Maybe you would finally discover why he had spared you. What drove him to simply walk away and leave you shattered but alive among the carnage he had caused.

“Sentiment,” he sneered, pushing himself up from the floor and drawing to his full height. You could actually feel his scowl as if burning your skin. “Weakness.”

Composing himself, Ren towered over you, standing inhumanly still. 

“You should have died with the rest of them. I should have chased you to the Outer Rim and ended you then. But the Supreme Leader thought you weak. You were no threat and in his mercy he allowed you to live.” Snoke had no mercy, and you found yourself unable to look at Ren’s masked face any longer. 

A victory for him, to be sure. 

Ren took a small step forward and you felt his power urge your chin up, unwillingly meeting his gaze. 

His hands reached for the latches of his mask, pulling it away to reveal the face that would always haunt your dreams and nightmares. You stared into his fathomless brown eyes, and saw nothing.

“It was the act of a craven child,” he cautioned you. “That boy is long dead. And as soon as the Supreme Leader wills it, I will correct the mistake.”

With that promise, he backed away and waved his hand. The door opened, the troopers outside turning to look at their Commander as he walked out, head held high. You, by contrast, were no longer controlled by his manipulation of the force. Your chin fell to your chest and you finally allowed yourself to give in to the fear.

Your hands shook as the guards looked away from you in dismissal and the door to your cell closed once more. 

After a few minutes of giving in to your feelings of terror and despair, you took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, forcing your body to calm down. 

You had spent years running, ignoring your past and your connection with the Force. Pretending like it had been another’s life. But there was no more pretending. You weren’t allowed that luxury anymore. You may not know why the Supreme Leader wanted you alive, but you did know that Ben—Kylo Ren—would not be your unlikely savior. Not this time.

If you had any hope of surviving, you would have to welcome the Force back like an old friend. Invite it into your body, will it into your hands and mind. Learn once more how to mold it to your will. 

It was no easy feat. It would take a lot of effort and time. Still, you considered as you sat taller and folded your legs in front you, resting your hands in your lap, you had nothing but time.   

You closed your eyes, your breathing slowed, and you encouraged your mind to go blank. Mentally, you began to reach out to the void, to find your connection with the Force and stoke it, allow it to grow and flourish. 

And as you gazed into the darkness, you could feel something sinister looking back at you.    

[solastia]

Feels So Right  | 1

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader

Word Count: 1,804

Summary: Yoongi’s falling in love with his neighbor. She’s beautiful, talented, has the same sense of humor, great taste in music - and she’s married. 

Warnings: Emotional manipulation, domestic violence(all from the male OC, not our main characters). Infidelity. Eventual smut. 

Notes: Commissioned by @ehn-ee-elle (I probably made it angstier than you wanted and I’m sorry. I’m unable to stop myself) 

I was originally going to try to make this just one long one shot, but the ideas I had for it and the pacing I needed for their relationship would have made it way too long. So here we go with another series! It won’t be a very long one, as I’m hoping to be able to keep it between three and four chapters. I also really wanted to get this first chapter finished and published since I’m still working on Break My Stride and Tuqburni as well. P.S. Potato the pug is my dog irl. That’s right, I did a dog insert. Behold his awesomeness. 

“A curse upon all people that decide to move in the middle of the night like psychos,” Yoongi groans, cracking his neck as he forces himself out of bed. He could have sworn that he’d even heard screaming and crying, and not the good kind. Just the type of neighbors everyone dreams about.  

He grabs the worn black hoodie draped across his computer chair and pulls it on. A quick glance down to make sure he even has pants on is good enough. It’s too early for him to care about anyone seeing his Iron Man lounge pants. 

Yoongi yawns loudly, ruffling his hair as he walks towards the front door. His little brown poodle is running circles around him, yapping and hopping around in excitement over getting to go outside. He shoves his feet into his slippers and hooks Holly onto his leash, cracking open the door and hissing at the too bright sunlight. 

Sneaking a peek at the door next to his, he notes that all the shades were drawn and the apartment seemed silent now. Probably because they’d stayed up all night moving in, thereby keeping him awake too. Too bad he didn’t get the luxury of catching up on his sleep today since he had to work. 

With an annoyed sigh, he leads Holly down the stairs to his favorite patch of grass, watching in fond amusement as the poodle takes his usual sweet time to find just the perfect spot. Usually, this was one of his favorite times of the day, since it was often just him and Holly in the silence of the early morning. Just them and the birds, with Yoongi working on some melody in his head while Holly spends five minutes eating grass he’s just going to puke up later. 

Of course, as per his luck during the past twenty-four hours, this was ruined too.

“POTATO! Get back here, mister!”

A woman was coming out of the newly moved into apartment, chasing after a chubby pug that was staring right at Holly as he ran. She had the leash in her hands as she stumbled after him, still shoving what looked like Bulbasaur slippers onto her feet in her rush to catch the little escapee. 

The pug went right for the startled Holly, trying his best to entice him into playing with his fat wiggling butt and snorts. Holly has never been the most social of dogs, much like his owner, but he wasn’t attacking the thing so that was good at least. Yoongi grinned when Holly looked up at him like he was asking for help. 

“I am so sorry. He’s sneakier than he looks sometimes,” the owner apologized breathily as she glared at the dog. 

“It’s all good. He seems friendly enough, and Holly’s just not used to other dogs being here.” 

“Well, I can certainly see why he was in such a rush. She’s a cutie.” 

“Holly’s a boy, actually.” 

She smiled politely, but he could see the unasked question behind her eyes. 

“My brother named him,” he shrugged. “Also, I don’t think someone who named their dog Potato has any right to judge.” 

“Oh come on, look at him. He’s literally a breathing potato,” she gestures to the pug that was now rolling in the grass in another attempt to engage Holly, only he couldn’t really make it all the way around. 

“I call him Tae for short most of the time if that makes it any better,” she shrugs with a grin, and Yoongi had to contain his snort. Wait until his friend Taehyung learned a fat pug shared his name. 

They lapsed into a comfortable silence as they watched their dogs. Holly was reluctantly letting the pug follow him around, not reacting when Potato tried to convince him to play but not stopping him from pouncing or nipping at him.  Yoongi thought Holly might be a little in shock that someone wanted to be his friend. 

“So we’ve established that’s Potato and Holly. I’m Y/N,” the woman said with a shy smile. 

“Uh, yeah. Min Yoongi.” 

Her grin widened, “Nice to meet you, Yoongi.” 

He wasn’t sure what it was, but something about the way that she said his name made him finally take a good look at her. She was pretty cute, actually, something he’d failed to notice over the shock of her dog’s entrance. He couldn’t help the flicker of interest as he subtly looked her over, the black tank and yoga pants flattering enough on her that he could excuse the ridiculous slippers. She was sporting a few bruises that she must have gotten during the move, making him wonder why she didn’t have help. 

“Which apartment are you guys in?” 

“207,” Yoongi drawls with a quirked eyebrow. 

“Oh, we’re in 208! That’s so...oh no! We probably kept you up last night, didn’t we? I’m so sorry. That was the last time I was going to have help for the next couple of days,” she holds a hand to her chest as her eyes implore him to understand and he just melts. 

“It’s no biggie. We’re night owls, anyway,” he shrugs, preening as her smile lights back up. 

“Well, most of the big stuff is put away already, so I hopefully won’t be too annoying to listen to. I do play my acoustic guitar a lot, but if you let me know what your usual schedule is, I’ll wait until you’re gone so I don’t bother you.” 

He was about to ask more about that when Holly decides to make his desire to leave known, walking straight to the stairs that led to their floor and pulling on the leash as he turned to stare at Yoongi. 

“Looks like his highness is ready to go home,” he sent her a crooked grin as he reluctantly turns to leave. 

Y/N giggles cutely and waves at him. “Yeah, we’ll still be a few minutes. Tae will want to check out all the new bushes. It was nice to meet you.” 

Yoongi nods and obediently follows his dog, letting Holly lead him all the way home. Once inside he kicks off his slippers and releases Holly, snorting as the dog goes right to his bed to sleep. Apparently, only a few minutes of interaction with the hyper pug tired him out. 

He stared at his blinds and decided to ignore his creepy desire to peek out of them and watch her. He shook his head and went about his day instead, totally not thinking of bright smiles and or the fact that her socks were different colors. 

He came home from work around four and found a little gift bag hanging from his door handle. He grabbed it and peeked inside, the smell of fresh baked chocolate chip cookies hitting him instantly. A little slip of paper was tucked inside, so he pulled it out and scanned it. 

Going to be hanging some stuff on the walls. Here’s an apology treat! It shouldn’t take me too long, but if you need me to stop at any time let me know! 

-Your totally awesome not annoying on purpose neighbor

Yoongi snorts and goes inside, munching on one of the cookies as he does. He’s not usually one for sweets, but they aren’t bad. Holly is anxiously circling his ankles waiting for him to drop something, but he was going to be disappointed today. As he pictured her cooking these and wrapping them up all nice just for him, he knew he was going to be eating every single one.  

Sure enough, a light banging sounds against their connected wall, although he thought it seemed like she was trying to do it quietly with little taps instead of outright hammering. It was going to take her forever doing it like that. 

He also heard some music playing, but couldn’t quite make it out. Letting his curiosity take over, he pressed his ear against the wall. He figured if he heard something like Justin Beiber or Nickleback that would cure the strange curiosity he had about this woman. 

Instead, the familiar rap-heavy collab track of Epik High, Born Hater,  flowed through the room. His lips quirked as he heard her attempting to rap like Bobby. She sounded cute, even if she was failing horribly. 

Suddenly, the door slammed next door, hard enough to make his own apartment shake a little. 

“What’s for dinner?”

That was a male voice. Of fucking course. Why wouldn’t he be interested in someone that was fucking taken. 

“I could throw together some spaghetti if you want? I wasn’t sure when to cook since you were supposed to be home three hours ago.” 

She sounded so timid, and it just seemed off. It was nothing like the beaming voice he’d heard earlier. 

“I had stuff to do.” 

“Were you with her?” 

“For fucks sake, Y/N. I told you I ended it. Isn’t that why we moved? To start over? A little hard to do when you keep bringing up old stuff.” 

“You’re right. I’m sorry.” 

“I’ll be in the bedroom. Let me know when dinners ready.” 

Yoongi was kicking himself for being a creep and listening in like that, but holy shit that guy was an asshole. That was some textbook manipulation and she just fell right into it. And to stay with someone that had obviously cheated? Why? 

Part of him wanted to go over there and break the guy's nose, but he shook his head and walked away from the wall instead. He didn’t know the whole story, he told himself. It was none of his business. ‘

None of his business, he reminded himself over the next few days, even as he could hear her crying through their walls at night only to be met with her beaming smile as they met up every morning. 

[the-house-at-pooh-corner]

My three-year-old daughter has started wanting to play Pokemon when I'm playing, so I set her up with my 2DS and Pokemon X. She chose the 6 pokemon that she wants to have on her team, and named them herself.

Her Team:

Minimin the Froakie

Pikachu the Pikachu (she refused to nickname this one because "she already has a name")

Bubblesaur the Bulbasaur

123 the Fletchling

DoReMi the Scatterbug

Daisy the Flabebé

And before she got Bubblesaur, she had a Bunnelby named ABC.

She's currently skating around Lumiose City and chasing the Furfrou

[littlereyofsunlight]

Time for another Q&A meme. I was tagged by @steggyisimmortal AND @beautifulwhensarcastic!

Dogs or cats? Don’t make me choose, that’s evil. (I have a cat currently, though, and she is AMAZING.)

YouTube celebrities or normal celebrities? I cannot stress how little YouTube I watch. So, normal celebrities, which is an oxymoron if ever I heard one.

If you could choose to live anywhere, where would it be? You know that B plot in an Office episode where Pam and Jim sort of fight their way into dreaming up their perfect fantasy house? Yeah my 4-bedroom, 2.5 bath farmhouse with a finished attic writing nook and a woodshop in the back on 3-5 bucolic acres including a small orchard, a 15 minute walk into the heart of town where the library is, 30 minutes via public transit from NYC, 15 minutes by car from my job and also only 2 hours from my family? Does not exist. Where I live now is not so bad, though.

Disney or Dreamworks? Disney

Favourite childhood TV show? Ghostwriter. I think because you never knew when it was gonna air, so there was a special element of the thrill of the chase. 

The movie you’re looking forward to in 2020? What movies are even still coming out this year? I will be excited to see Wonder Woman and Black Widow when they get released, whenever that is.

Favourite book you read in 2019? That was a good year for books for me! I read Red White & Royal Blue by Casey McQuiston and then read it two more times for the feeeeeeeels. But also Tana French’s The Witch Elm was so well-crafted and launched me into reading the rest of her Dublin Murder Squad series. And I read Educated in 2019, and was so enthralled by Tara Westover’s harrowing account of her life I finished it in one day.

Marvel or DC? Marvel

If you chose Marvel, favourite member of the X-Men? I grew up watching the cartoon and back then it was Gambit. (We shall not speak of Taylor Kitsch here.) 

Night or day? Day. I’m tired at night.

Favorite Pokémon? Sorry, I’m too old for this question. My friend plays that app game and Bulbasaur seems cute though?

Top 5 bands/artists? Tegan & Sara, Brandi Carlile, Janelle Monaé, Beyonce, Sara Bareilles

Top 10 books? In no particular order:

Life After Life, Kate Atkinson

One Hundred Years of Solitude, Gabriel García Márquez

Pride and Prejudice, Jane Austen

I Know This Much is True, Wally Lamb

Bird By Bird: Some Instructions on Writing and Life, Anne Lamott

Atonement, Ian McEwan

The Trumpet of the Swan, E. B. White

The House of the Spirits, Isabel Allende

The Handmaid’s Tale, Margaret Atwood

The Duchess Deal, Tessa Dare

Top 4 movies? In no particular order:

Star Wars

The Birdcage

Zodiac

Singin’ in the Rain

US or Europe? Huh? 

Tumblr or Twitter? Tumblr

Favourite vacation destination? I would go back to Florence in a heartbeat. 

Favourite YouTuber? No, really, I don’t watch YouTube like that. Is Anna Arkana still making videos? She did fun stuff.

Favourite author? I’ll buy anything Tessa Dare publishes. Every Margaret Atwood I’ve read has challenged me in a new way. Nora Ephron’s writing is so damn human but also it’s perfect? 

Tea or coffee?  Coffee

OTP? Peggy Carter and Steve Rogers (I mean, I have a list of a dozen or more but Steggy is the main reason this blog exists, so.)

Do you play an instrument or sing? I can carry a tune.

Tagging: @roboticonography @geekynerddemon @plumandfinch @teaandatale @indiefic @beth-is-rainpaint

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Quick cover for my alternate universe Pokemon fanfic 

Riley doesn’t remember the “good old days,” not many kids her age do. Pokémon battles have been phased out, the Indigo League disbanded and the Elite Four remembered only fondly by those old enough to say they might have battled them. It’s not so bad, it’s hard to miss something you never had, but that never stopped anyone from dreaming - and Riley has big dreams. Chasing the whispers of a rumored underground Pokémon league, she hopes to challenge the new Elite Four and become a Pokémon master.

I usually don’t share my writing on here, but you can find the first installment under the cut here too c: 

"Are you sure you want to do this, Riley? I mean, there are easier ways to get a Pokémon than breaking into the Old Lab. Besides, there's no way they have any old pokéballs left in there, they probably got rid of them all when they turned the place into a museum. I'm sure The Pika Cabin has some great Pokémon you can adopt."

"Liv, the Pika Cabin only ever has Rattata and Pidgey. Maybe a Snubbull. You look me in the eye and tell me Rattata is a great Pokémon," said Riley.

"They're cute," it was a very poor lie. Liv never liked rodents, not since her brother's Pikachu made a nest out of her favorite boots. The thing had given her a good shock when she stuck her foot in without looking. She cried.

Her brother still brings it up every family gathering.

"I don't really care if they're cute," said Riley, "if I'm going to compete in the Cinder Circuit, I want something that's going to win. Every new challenger is going in with Rattata because that's ALL anyone has. I want something different."

"Cinder Circuit?" Liv asked with a here-we-go-again air. "Come on, Riley. PLU shut down Pokémon battling years ago. There's no super secret underground league."

"That's the point of a super secret underground league," Riley said, "it's super secret."

"Where'd you even hear about it, huh? And don't say Bruce."

"He said he got his Pokémon from the Old Lab, from some guy named Big Hoss," said Riley, "Apparently this guy runs the entire League with his own Elite Four."

"Oh come on, Riley, you know he's just messing with you. And even if he's not," said Liv, "what're the odds this Big Hoss guy isn't some kind of sketched out dealer or something? You're going to go in there and get yourself killed, or worse."

"Look, if you don't want to go in, you can stay out here and be lookout," Riley said.

Liv jammed her fists into her coat pockets, "Fine."

"Text me if you see anything," Riley checked her Pokégear for good measure, noting her 45% battery life. More than enough for a "Rangers are coming" text.

She tucked it away and exhaled a calming breath, looking out at the fence that kept them out. She pulled the mane of pink curls out of her face and fixed them into a springy ponytail. Stray wisps framed a soft tawny face, her eyes magnified by gold circle rimmed glasses matched to a jeweled ring pierced through her septum.

Her mother hadn't approved of the piercing three years ago when she came back from Goldenrod with it fresh in her nose. She didn't much mind it now, bargaining that it was better than stealing or doing drugs.

Riley would be sure not to tell her about tonight.

"Be careful," Liv said.

Riley pushed her way through a hole in the fence and made her way towards the Old Lab.

Professor Oak's lab lay a ruin of memory, strangled by overgrown vines and dark shadows. Their fingers digging deep into the old bricks, spreading like an infection until the whole building was locked behind an iron gate posted with ugly signs marked :DANGER: and :DO NOT ENTER:. Bold letters, bold paint, hidden beneath a layer of dust and dirt, warnings that seemed just as apathetic as the Rangers that patrolled the grounds, punctuated with an indifferent shrug.

They had tried once to restore the old building, stripping away the rot and root and every broken brick in between. They'd dressed it up nice and plastered posters within her walls to hide the holes they couldn't fix. Old news, championships long passed and won; They figured history might thrive here, a nostalgic memory to the "good old days" when people and Pokémon battled to become "Elite." Because this is where it all began. But even that wasn't enough to save the old lab or the new museum it had become. Old display cases collected in their filth, glass like winter's frost, muculent like soap, but far less as clean or pleasant. The curios of the bygone sat beneath a layer of dust so thick they looked more like crude sculptures, ready to fall apart at the softest sigh. Monitors hung as empty black picture frames, silent in their omnipresence, cameras too still bowed over corners, soft fuzz prickling the glass that bulbed their eyes.

For so long it sat here, among all its dust and all the creeping woods, fading into the static of a familiar background where it became its own ghost. Remembered fondly by teenagers all for the wrong reasons, graffitied into the walls and littered upon the floors.

Riley clicked on her flashlight. The beam of light cut through the choking dark, filaments of dust drifting through its stream. She swept its light from one end of the hall to the other, murky glass casting back glares in what little clarity they had left.

She couldn't remember what this place looked like when there wasn't a gate and all those signs. Not many people could though. It's life as a museum was short lived, shut down when the Pokémon Liberation Union came to rise saying that it promoted "old and dangerous practices."

The laws came with great backlash and still did, not many people were happy about it or the dissolution of the Indigo League. But time passed, as it's known to do, and soon those people were old and the new generation couldn't remember a time where Pokémon battles were the norm.

But - there were whispers, quiet whispers, ones you had to strain to hear and question even when you thought you did. They called it the Cinder Circuit, the last burning coal beneath the ashes of a bygone era, an underground league that ran all throughout Kanto.

Riley had heard of it from a friend, Bruce, who swore to its existence on the grave of his mother. Which always made Riley laugh, seeing as Bruce had two dads.

She was skeptical, most people would be, that was fair to say, but being the daughter of a Joy, the idea of an underground league was more than exciting. And it all started here.

She crept down the hallway, keeping her light low and away from the windows looking out. Empty nips littered the corners of the hall with crumpled candy wrappers and cigarette butts that reminded Riley she wasn't the only one who had been here, or, was here. But listening close she could only make out the sounds of the wind and the Rattata in the walls.

Her footsteps never echoed, quiet in the pillow of dust and debris as she made her way about the Old Lab, peeking in every door, hoping to find something more than the vast nothing of a worthless museum's worth of crappy curios.

Pi! The text notification made her jump, panic already setting in as Riley feared the worst. She fumbled to pull her Pokégear from her pocket, sticking her light beneath her arm as she did so.

It was Liv, "Did you get in?"

"Shit, Liv," she breathed, "scared the hell out of me." She texted back: "Yes."

Pi! "Find anything?"

"Nothing yet. Any Rangers?"

Pi! "Nope, you're still in the clear. What's it like in there?"

"Like your grandma's house."

Pi! "Lol"

There was an emoji that followed after the "lol," but Riley didn't have it installed. She didn't bother to ask what the white box with the X through it was. It wouldn't change the message.

She tucked her Pokégear away and flipped the flashlight back into her hand, fighting back the shadows that threatened to swallow the halls and great empty rooms of the Old Lab.

She swore she saw one move.

And chose to ignore it. That was much easier than admitting it had moved.

She made her way down into a great open room, introduced by a 63 point font, bold letter Impact sign that read "Professor Oak's Lab." Outdated computers lined the walls, blank monitors reflecting back Riley's own complexion there in the dark. Old machines no one knew how to use were still plugged into wall sockets that didn't work, strange contraptions all tubes and screens, buttons and widgets, valves and half cranks. Riley fantasized their purpose, but didn't quite have the mechanical imagination for it.

She inspected each, leaning in close and bathing them in the light of her flashlight. She ran her thumb over their serial plates, reading the numbers as if they'd allude to whatever it was that they were.

Behind her, another shadow moved.

Or maybe it was the same shadow.

She listed across the room, coming about to the circular, flat top pedestal settled directly at its center. A glass display case enclosed its top where three pokéballs nestled neatly within, a faded stickers on the glass read "Bulbasaur," "Charmander," and "Squirtle." Distracted, interested, either way and all around unknowing, failed to see the shifting about her as the black of shadows melded with the floor, shrinking away from the walls and leaving them bare, as if nothing more a dusty drape left to hide the Old Lab from the New World, now there in a puddle all it's own just behind her heels where red eyes peered up from its void. Glowing. Ominous and dreadful.

Riley tilted her light to the case and could see the device that would project the Pokémon's data on the glass were electricity still working in the Old Lab. "Just a display," she told herself "there's no way they're real. No way they'd just leave some Pokémon sitting out like this." And stepped backwards, directly into that puddle of shadow where her foot sunk half an inch.

Startled, she pointed her light to the ground and couldn't help the yelp of fear that bubbled in her throat as her eyes met those glowing red slits of playful hate.

She pulled her foot up and pressed her back against the pedestal as the shadow pulled up from the floor, two spiked ears first, glowing eyes next and a wide toothy grin.

"Oh shit...a Gengar..." Riley exhaled her nerves in some big attempt to look calm in front of the wild Gengar, but her voice betrayed her when it broke between her words "H-hey there buddy, this your place? Pretty cool." She gave the Pokémon a thumbs up as she slyly made her way about the pedestal, unsure of what her next move was going to be.

The Gengar watched her with that unflinching smile, the glow of its eyes casting new shadows across the Lab, all seeming to smile just as big as it.

It wasn't stupid, she could see it in his eyes, the same type of look any manager might give in hearing whatever lame cover up you had to being late that wasn't simply just "I slept in." It knew. And she wasn't ignorant to that fact. She had to be quick, but most of all - she had to be lucky.

Riley's gaze flicked down to the encased pokéballs, then back to the Gengar as the rather ill advised plan began to knit itself to fruition.

The latch that affirmed the glass case over the pedestal was old and worn, rusty about the edges and one good wrench away from breaking. Riley didn't know the first thing about breaking locks, but she'd broken plenty other things without meaning to, so she assumed it wouldn't be that hard. Or hoped so at the very least.

'Screw it,' she thought, 'I'm going to catch it.'

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1, 28, 37, 42, 50, 64 x

THANK YOU CONFUSED MATE I LOVE YOU XD

1: Bulbasaur, Charamander, or Squirtle?

BULBASAUR ALL THE WAY BABEY :DDD

28: Forretress or Claydol?

CLAYDOL. Okay, funny story, but I had a Baltoy and it was one of the first Pokemon I ever leveled to a hundred (bc it was holding an Everstone and I was too young and dumb to realize why it wasn’t evolving lmao.) They’re still very dear to my heart!!!

37: Sawk or Throh?

Hate both of them. Some of the worst designs in Pokemon tbh, they should’ve kept the horns or SOMETHING to signify what they were supposed to be. Unova has some of the best ever designs and some of the worst.

42: Aggron or Tyrannitar?

AGGRON!! Hoenn is just very dear to me, and I’ve never had a Tyrannitar. I have a general rule against not catching Pokemon super late in the game, bc I only wanna play through with ones I’ve really had time to bond with, y’know??

50: Butterfree or Beedril?

Ohhhhhh I love both, but it’ll have to be Beedrill, just because Wheedle is my all-time cutest Pokemon and Baby Matt would have killed me if I didn’t pick it XD

64: Raikou, Suicune, or Entei?

*SCREECHING* ALL OF THEM. DO YOU KNOW HOW LONG I CHASED THOSE BASTARDS??? HOW DO THEY RUN WHEN THEY’RE ASLEEP??????? (Probably Raikou.... but I honestly really love all of them!!)

Pokemon Questions!!!!

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2019 Voiceover Guest: Tara Jayne Sands

Tara Sands

2019 Voiceover Guest Wordpress Facebook Instagram Twitter Tara Jayne Sands can be heard as over 50 characters on the original Pokemon series, including Bulbasaur, Richie, Jasmine, Oddish, and Tori. Other roles include Biscuit in Hunter x Hunter, Mokuba in Yugioh, Kari in Digimon Adventure Tri, Circe in Generator Rex, Summer in Barbie: Life In The Dream House, Karla in Gundam Thunderbolt, Kombu Infinity in One Punch Man, Death 13/Mannish Boy in Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure, Cynthia inPokemon Generations, Anna in Shaman King, Young Ban and Luigi in Seven Deadly Sins, Kippie in Glitter Force Doki Doki, Tobisuke in Beyblade Burst, Rena in Ultraman, Filia in Slayers, Young Jin in Anohana, Queen Badiane in Sailor Moon SuperSs The Movie, Chase in Fighting Foodons, Spyler in I Spy, and lots more. She has played roles in episodes of Celebrity Deathmatch, Sailor Moon, Shamanic Princess, Magic Knight Rayearth, Shopkins, Naruto, Marvel Disk Wars: The Avengers, DuRaRaRa!!, Geobreeders, Kirby: Right Back at Ya, One Piece, TV Funhouse, Tiger and Bunny and much more!Tara has also voiced characters in a number of video games including Sonya in Fire Emblem Echoes and Fire Emblem Heroes, Genis Sage  in Tales of Symphonia: Dawn of the New World, Masaru in Danganronpa Another Episode: Ultra Despair Girls, Jin in Dead Island, Leah in God Eater 2: Rage Burst, Bamo in Hyperdimension Neptunia Re:Birth 3: V Generation, Pipotchi in Ape Excape 2, in addition to roles in  Avatar, Singularity, Final Fantasy, PopoloCrois: A Story of Seasons Fairytale, Skyforge, Call of Juarez, NieR: Automata, Dishonored among others.She has a bunch of other projects that are top secret that she can’t wait to share!Tara has narrated over 200 audiobooks and for over 100 episodes, Tara was the on-camera host of the Cartoon Network show “Fridays.” There, Tara interviewed dozens of celebrities and had more on-camera food fights than she cares to remember. 

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Crunchyroll Expo Welcomes Voice Actress Tara Sands!

  Crunchyroll Expo is delighted to announce another guest for this year's festivities. Voice actress Tara Sands is officially coming to Crunchyroll Expo 2019, where she will be participating in autograph sessions and panels. 

  Tara Jayne Sands can be heard as over 50 characters on the original Pokémon series, including Bulbasaur, Richie, Jasmine, Oddish, and Tori. Other roles include Biscuit in Hunter x Hunter, Mokuba in Yu-Gi-Oh!, Kari in Digimon Adventure Tri., Circe in Generator Rex, Summer in Barbie: Life In The Dream House, Karla in Gundam Thunderbolt, Kombu Infinity in One-Punch Man, Death 13/Mannish Boy in JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure, Cynthia in Pokémon Generations, Anna in Shaman King, Young Ban and Luigi in The Seven Deadly Sins, Kippie in Glitter Force Doki Doki, Tobisuke in Beyblade Burst, the voice of the Sadie and the plants on Netflix's Disjointed, Filia in Slayers, Young Jin in Anohana, Chase in Fighting Foodons, Spyler in I Spy, and lots more. She has played roles in episodes of Celebrity Deathmatch, Sailor Moon, Shamanic Princess, Magic Knight Rayearth, Shopkins, Naruto, Marvel Disk Wars: The Avengers, DuRaRaRa!!, Geobreeders, Kirby: Right Back at Ya!, One Piece, Sailor Moon Crystal, The Seven Deadly Sins, TV Funhouse, Tiger & Bunny, and much more!

    Tara has also voiced characters in a number of video games including Sonya in Fire Emblem Echoes and Fire Emblem Heroes, Genis Sage in Tales of Symphonia: Dawn of the New World, Masaru in Danganronpa Another Episode: Ultra Despair Girls, Jin in Dead Island, Leah in God Eater 2: Rage Burst, Bamo in Hyperdimension Neptunia Re:Birth 3: V Generation, Pipotchi in Ape Escape 2, Lily and Mayuri in Return to PopoloCrois: A Story of Seasons Fairytale, Pria, Cersei, and Ferocious Illira in Skyforge, in addition to roles in Avatar, Singularity, Final Fantasy, Call of Juarez, and Dishonored, among others.

  She has a bunch of other projects that are top secret that she can’t wait to share!

  Tara has narrated over 150 audiobooks and for over 100 episodes, Tara was the on-camera host of the Cartoon Network show Fridays. There, Tara interviewed dozens of celebrities and had more on-camera food fights than she cares to remember. 

  In the meantime, catch Tara Sands on Facebook, Instagram, and Twitter! 

  Crunchyroll Expo 2019 will return to the San Jose McEnery Convention Center August 30 - September 1.

  Stay tuned to Crunchyroll News for more Crunchyroll Expo 2019 announcements!

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[justwritingscibbles]

Here’s An Update!

Hey Lovelies!

Sorry for not getting my writing out on time as I said. With the whole virus thing, I’ve totally forgotten to keep my schedule going. But now that I am technically quarantined now, I have no excuse not to finish my WIPs.

The plan was to post stuff over this week, however that plan flew out the window. But don’t worry, I am currently stockpiling writing to post continuously soon for your entertainment through the isolated time.

The List Thus Far Is:

Yandereplier x self-conscious reader who doesn't think they can be loved.

Request reader encountering an old bully from high school that tries to physically harm them but they call in Phantom and/or Natemare for help?

A date with Logan would be really cute! Maybe a book shopping date.... she/her pronouns would be good!

Chase with a bulbasaur

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If you have any other stories you’d like to see continued or you have some requests, please don’t be shy. Send them through my ask-box or DM me. Requests are open till 6 slots are filled.

My Commissions are still available. But please don’t feel pressured or anything. I know that some will be wanting to save money or use it for other things while in lockdown.

Thank you for your patience with me! I am writing all today, so send in some asks to keep me company!! Stay safe and healthy and look after yourselves!!

Note: I am also writing for my other blog. So things might take longer to do since I’m working on 2 stockpiles.

[justwritingscibbles]

What are you planning on writing today? I'm sorry to hear about the unfinished fics!!

Its a bit of a bother, but thank you. I need to keep better tabs on what I have in the works and what I’ve finished. Today though, I’ll be finishing up: 

The Illinois x reader fic. 

Chase going on an adventure with a Bulbasaur 

Yandereiplier x self-conscious reader

They won’t be posted all today though. The Illinois one will be posted, since I’m almost done with it.  The other will be posted throughout the next few days