#i have ideas for a full blown mini fic if the masses demand

[bluejays-and-subways]

Emmet with an S/o who mimics the way he talks

Tws: Mentions of past bullying

I got hella excited and this came out a lot longer than I thought. Oops. Kinda made it more of a combo of a one shot and headcanons?? lowkey might make this a full mini fic if people like it enough lmao.

You had first met the subway boss when a Jotik scurried underneath your foot. You had almost stepped on the poor thing, stopping an inch or two above it. You then quickly scoped it up, holding it in your hands to avoid anyone else from harming the it. It snuggled into your hand, letting out a pitiful "Jol. . ." Before its eyes closed. It must have been exhausted, running around trying not to get stepped on.

You held the Joltik close to your chest as you walked over to one of the people standing by the subway car, instructing people left and right. He seemed to be some sort of boss, or at least a person in charge, based on the way he carried himself. He was rather cute, you supposed. He had kind grey eyes and a bright smile as he talked, but the more he talked, the more you noticed how he talked.

He must have noticed you staring, because he turned to look at you, giving you a smile. You noticed that he seemed tense, his smile straining as he talked to you.

"I am Emmet! You are staring. Do you need something?"

You blinked, a warm flush covering your face as you quickly sputtered out that you found a Joltik running around, and didn't want it to get hurt.

You had barely finished your sentence before the man was now in front of you, his grin relaxing. He reached his hands out and gently pet the Joltik on top of its head. He looked back at you, "I am Emmet! This is my Joltik. Thank you for finding her."

You gave him; gave Emmet a smile and happily returned his pokemon to him. He playfully teased the Joltik, and that's when you noticed another odd thing about how he spoke. When he said very, he drew out his r. It was adorable, admittedly. You had to hide your smile half behind your hand at the touching reunion.

You hesitated before holding out your hand, saying three simple words, "I am y/n."

From then on, the two of you would often times run into each other. You often took the subway to and from work, and always tried to make time to talk with Emmet. He had introduced you to his twin, Ingo shortly after, saying you were the one who reduced Jolly (Which you came to realize was one of his many, many joltiks).

The more you saw Emmet, the more you noticed you began to pick up on his mannerisms. Whenever he would greet you, saying "I am Emmet!" You would always reply back with "I am Y/n!". You even started dragging out the word very!

Mimicking people was something you had done all your life, more often with close friends and family than with people you had only known for a few months. He had never commented on the fact that you did this, and you were partly grateful for the fact. You had no idea how to tell him that you did it because you liked him, because you found how he talked endearing and sweet.

However, that eventually had to change.

The two of you were sitting on a bench. It was a rare moment where Emmet didn't currently have anything to do, and you had the afternoon off. He had been very quiet all day, and when you commented on it, he simply said, "I am Emmet. I do not like being made fun of. Are you making fun of me?"

His voice was so small, so quiet and he refused to meet your gaze. You felt your heart sink. Was he upset because of you?

When you asked him to elaborate, he took a deep breath, sparing a glance at you, "I know I talk weird. People have made fun of me for it all my life. They have always been verrrry mean. Are you making fun of me?"

You felt your heart sink into your chest. You quickly grasped his hands in your own, "I am-" You swallowed your words before letting out a shaky breath, "I like the way you talk. I think it's cute and endearing and so verrry you. I-I've always copied other people when they talk- when I like them and consider them a friend. I'm sorry Emmet, I should've told you about it. I'm verry sorry. Please forgive me."

He was very quiet for a moment before he spoke up, "Do you mean it? Do you like the way I talk?"

You nodded your head without a second thought. He brought you into a tight hug, burying his face into your shoulder as he wept softly. You held him as he cried, murming soft reassurances.

From then on the two of you became even closer. It was now custom to great each other by saying "I am Emmet" and "I am y/n"

He eventually picked up on small habits of your own, startling you one day when he said something you often said. He only gave you a cheeky smile when you stared at him.

Ingo is ecstatic when you and Emmet first go out, and is your number one supporter. He takes you to the side one day and thanks you for making his little brother happy, and that he happily considers you apart of his family as well.

When Emmet asks why you are all teary eyed, you simply say it's allergies.