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Current Pokemon team:

Sylveon, Gothitelle, Ribombee.

Female pronouns.

Guzma:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

•Emphasis on the almost.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

•Guzma: Never said you were.

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

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

•(Y/N): Whats it to you?

•Guzma: Tck. Fine don't answer.

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

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

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

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

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

•Guzma: Well?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

•(Y/N): Tapu Cocoa?

•Guzma: Yeah!

•(Y/N): Tapu Cocoa?!

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

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

Guzma: Hmm, soooo is that a yes?

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

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

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

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

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

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

•(Y/N): (Y/N). It's (Y/N).

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

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

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

•(Y/N): *you glare at him*

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

•Trying to walk past him he blocked your way.

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

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

•No! No. No. No.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

•(Y/N): But.

•Chasier: GO!

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

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

•(Y/N): To where?

•Guzma: . . the beach.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

•Guzma: . its cool . . take your time

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

•Guzma: Its not STUPID!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

•(Y/N): AUcK! GUZMA! *hmph*

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

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

•Guzma began to laugh at your little outburst.

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

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

•Guzma: Hehe . . cute. . . wait.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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END OF PART ONE.

BONUS:

The two of you laying on his bed

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

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

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

•Guzma: No, why would I get fat?

•(Y/N): because bread makes you fat.

•Guzma: Bread makes you fat!?

sorry i had too. :3

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