pokemon fiction

anonymous asked:

So, what if Guz has a thing for chubby/over weight girls, but since he lives on a beach island, they're hard to come by, and completely falls head over heels for the new chick on the island. The grunt girls don't get it and think it's a joke so they pick on her and take her Galvantula after a few very difficult attempts. Guzma is furious and there's hell to pay but he's still a nervous faux confident dork when trying to return him to her.

I wanted to make this a little happier. so only one grunt makes fun of you. The other ones including Guzma just wanna smash. (and go out with you)

“Hmmmmooooooooh my god! Baby girl’s got it goin’ on wit that booty eatin’ up them lil’ shorts!”

“Right?! Brah how the shit we gonna talk to baby girl? Gotta think a somethin’ original. Somethin’ that’ll make her all hot ‘n bothered!”

The grunts had Guzma at “booty eatin’ up them lil’ shorts”, which for various reasons got his attention and caused him to lean over the decrepit railing a little further to hear what the two boys at the bottom of the staircase were saying. Guzma was on the rebound. One of the girl grunts with stringy pink hair hadn’t been wifey material. Too high strung for his taste, and so skinny and obsessed with her looks that it had tired him out trying to reassure her after a while. But when she hit him after he disagreed with her that had been the final straw. So despite the tears and text messages begging him to get back together with her, Guzma was on the lookout for another piece of ass.

Shame he couldn’t find anyone to make it worthwhile. He watched with a snarl on his face as the grunts below were gesticulating wildly, talking about a “super cute shorty” that had been at the malasada shop in Malie City. You were supposedly a new face compared to the same old locals they saw day in and day out, had been feeding a dry malasada to your spider pokemon that Guzma assumed was an Ariados until he heard:

“Nah man, that ain’t no weird Ariados like Boss Man got.” Said one. “That’s a Galvantula.”

“Hoooooh boy, God been reading my dreams.” Moaned the other. “The hell I gotta do to get a piece of that thick, strong Pokémon trainer ass? I’d give anything for her to talk to me… Totally fucked it up when she looked at me an’ I threw West side at her!”

“ ‘s one a them reflexes.” Replied the other, patting his friend’s shoulder. “She come up to me wantin’ to know where the library was at ‘n I fuckin’ axed her if she wanted to battle! Wiped the floor with my sorry ass using like two bug Pokémon, but she put my money in her back pocket! Like to think that’s kinda the same thing as touchin’ that juicy booty a hers.”

Now he was extremely interested. In fact Guzma was just about to go downstairs and ask the boys where they’d last seen you when another grunt, couldn’t have been more than thirteen, came running at them with a rather cute little purse in the shape of a watermelon.

“Look guys!” he squeaked. “Got that ugly hoe’s Pokémon for ya! It’s one a them spiders right? Wonder how much its worth. Stupid easy to swipe from that dumb bitch when she went to pick up her napkin from under the table!”

He began laughing. Thinking naively that he’d done good, that he’d probably even be commended for his good work. In the middle of a hearty laugh he was about to ask his brothers if he’d done good, when a large hand swiped the bag from his hands before the two grunts could lay into him.

“Boss man?!” one of your admirers squeaked. Guzma looked harshly at the young one with an expression that indicated he’d get a good beating later for being cruel. He briefly asked the two where you were headed to last, got two very shaky replies that he could find you in the library if he hurried before it closed, and immediately was out the door stomping off into the rain.

Turns out he didn’t have to walk far. He found you immediately in Ula’Ula Meadow, the only one there crying as though your heart was about to break. A kind little girl was rubbing your back, trying to console you by insisting together with her and her partner Oricorio you would all find your companions.

“We’ll find your friends.” She said gently, rubbing your back. “Galvantula aren’t common here. Someone’s bound to, oh! Please sir!”

She flagged Guzma down, running swiftly over to him.

“My friend… She can’t find her Pokemon! Someone took her bag and everything when she was picking some trash off the floor. Have you seen a bag that looks like a yellow and red watermelon? It’s got a Galvantula, Dewpider, and a Fomantis!”

Guzma was so captivated when you looked over at him, eyes widening in realization when you saw the bag that hung limply at his side. He tried to hold it out to the lass in front of him, attempting to speak, but your captivating glance rendered him mute.

“My bag!” you cried joyously, running towards him and taking it gratefully. “You found my bag!”

“That’s your bag?” asked the other girl, stars in her eyes as she looked at Guzma innocently. “Wow! Thank you so much sir! You have no idea how much it means to her!”

Nothing came out of his mouth. His entire being was consumed with the way you smiled, with the way you wrapped your chubby arms around him and cuddled him in a hug. You were vastly tiny compared to him, but he couldn’t help but understand what the grunts were talking about.

Every aspect of you was adorable, from your cute head with a sunhat to your cute feet.

“…Welcome…” he muttered.

“I have to thank you somehow mister!” you insisted, still holding him in a hug and looking up innocently. “Let me treat you to something? You like malasadas? I can get you all the ones you want?”

He might’ve said yes, because the last thing he knew was that he was tripping over his own two feet in his haste to follow you through the meadow and off to town where you were going to treat him to a meal.

This must have been what winning the lottery felt like.

  • what she says: im fine
  • what she means: my otp is from a children's show and never became officially canon

Gravity Falls - Soos’ Fan Fiction #1 - Alternate Take

anonymous asked:

Could you please write a scenario on Guzma getting his girl an alolan vulpix because she's always wanted one but Mount Lanakila is too rough for her to get one herself? Could you possibly make it sweet and no daddy stuff pretty please.

You were too sick to leave the house. You were not going hunting on a wild goose chase for a damn fox Pokémon when you were sick with an upper respiratory infection. Not if Guzma couldn’t help it.

“But I want one.” You whined, refusing a mouthful of soup. Guzma did not relent and instead tried feeding it to you again.

“You don’t need no stinkin’ Vulpix!” Guzma insisted. “Why do ya even want it for?”

You shrugged, coughing slightly but this time swallowing your soup and managing to take a little more.

“Just want one…” you said. Guzma had already begun fussing around your room, taking a bit of the vapor rub from your nightstand and slathering it all over your chest. He grumbled under his breath a bit, complaining about your stubborn nature and the fact that your room was too cold for you.

“Take your meds and don’ think ‘bout it no more.” He commanded, handing you two little blue pills that you swallowed obediently with water. “You ain’t goin’ anywhere ‘till you get well, and even then I ain’t lettin’ you go up there to fuck around in the cold wearing shorts again.”

“But Guzma…” you whined.

“Go to sleep!”

You obeyed grudgingly, turning over on your side and pulling the covers over your head while your big mean boyfriend closed the door and stomped back into the kitchen with your soup bowl. You thought about how unfair it was that he wouldn’t let you go out and get a pokemon simply because it was cute. He went looking for Wimpod in board shorts all the time, how come you couldn’t go to Mount Lanakila without a jacket? It didn’t make any damn sense, and as you grumbled and moaned about not having a pretty little Vulpix with supple white fur and blue eyes the day passed into night and you eventually fell into a deep sleep.

In the middle of a dream in which Guzma had been it, you felt a hunk of ice press against your cheek accompanied by a small snuffing sound. You shook your head, trying to move it away. It remained persistent, snuffing your cheeks, eyes and the inside of your ear before an equally cold moist thing began lapping on your nose. When you opened your eyes, two blue orbs with splotches of milky white greeted you in the dim light of the lamp, along with a black button nose that looked like a piece of coal. Six tails switched to and fro, and once you were fully awake enough to reach out a hand and pet the silky white fur the little creature began to bark softly.

“Vul!” it cried, licking your forehead with its icy tongue.

“Pretty…” you murmured, a little tear wetting your cheek as Vulpix gave you her fox kisses. Guzma came into view from the side, smiling over you in his pajamas while your new Vulpix barked excitedly.

“Gotcha a new lil’ baby to help ya get better.” He said gently. “When I took her outta the ball she started kissin’ on you ‘cause your forehead’s so hot. Named her Popsicle.”

Popsicle barked again, nuzzling and sniffing you with her cold little nose. She seemed to sense that your sickness was in full stride, and when you coughed and moaned a little bit she whined, sitting next to your head and laying her chin in your hair. She felt like silk left in a freezer for far too long, even her fur had little patches of ice that crackled when she moved.

Guzma leaned over and accepted your grateful kiss. You could do nothing except feel gratitude when you looked at Guzma, then marvel at your new little baby Pokémon while she lay close by trying to help your fever go down.

“Thank you.” You murmured to Guzma when he snuggled into bed next to you and wrapped an arm around your waist. Vulpix kissed you again and again, her little kisses leaving teeny ice patches in your hair.

anonymous asked:

Can you do one were the reader tells guzma their pregnant?

This one is kind of a sequel to my “Baby Fever” fic. Click to read if you’d like.

“Whatcha doin’ babe?”

“A friend of mine taught me how to crochet with these cute miniature needles,” you responded, showing him the instruments hanging from a keychain with a Joltik on it. “I’ve been trying to make some things for you in my downtime. But you can’t look at all of them until this is done!”

Guzma chuckled. You looked so picturesque sitting there in his old La-Z-Boy from the Shady House with your little crochet hooks, almost like a little old lady sitting comfortably by the fire. Your Meowth was at your feet, alternating between preening herself and a red Wimpod that chirruped with delight. When she felt her young charge was reasonably clean and let him scurry away, she began rubbing her milky white fur against you. A soft “meooow” came forth when she noticed your yarn.

“You can’t have it Cupcake.” You told her, “This is mommy’s yarn.”


“Nah uh. No yarn for you.”

Guzma went about his business while you alternated between working on your little project and arguing with Meowth. He was intent on getting a few things done around the house before departing for work tonight, but every now and again he devoted some of his time to working on the crib where the little red Wimpod had made a nest. Both of your Golisopod were in their Pokeballs, so Guzma took a bit of time to play and cuddle Wimpod until it snored gently in the crib.

When he looked down at the baby Pokémon a soft sigh escaped from his throat. As much as he loved to raise bug Pokémon they were no substitute for the real baby he so desperately wanted. It seemed as though you two would never conceive. True you’d reluctantly agreed to at least try after getting your insert taken out of your arm, but after you both found out that it still took months for the medicine to wear off he’d almost given up hope.

It wasn’t as though your mind hadn’t changed however. You’d been pretty open to it now that the league had settled down some, and especially now that Professor Kukui had gotten his sorry shit together and began scheduling league challenges on an annual basis rather than spur of the moment as before. You still received a hefty pension for the off time you took, and in the meantime you alternated between helping Guzma raise Wimpod and taking care of more things around the house. It left room for you to accept the idea of a baby, and your love blossomed. But still you hadn’t shown any signs, the medication was still in your bloodstream, and the doctor was convinced it wouldn’t happen anytime in the new future.

“Guzma!” you called from the living room, “You can come see what I made for you now!”

After tucking Wimpod in a nest of blankets he reentered the living room where you remained on the purple La-Z-Boy. You tossed the yarn towards your Meowth, letting her play enthusiastically while you reached to the side for your little crafts bag.

“Ok,” you said, “So the first thing I made you is a hat.”

A miniscule cap made of red yarn with a flower on the crown was placed into his hand. The capitulum of the flower was a small white button, while the petals were made of the same yarn as the hat. Hardly big enough to fit in his large hand, and Guzma couldn’t imagine how in the world such a tiny thing would even begin to fit on his head.

“Ok…” he said cautiously, “Uh… I love it babe?”

“Hold on!” you insisted, “I’m not done!”

Other little trinkets were put in his hand: A sweater that might have fitted a Spinarak, little teal yarn shorts, miniscule mittens, all made of yarn and impossibly small for his large hulking frame. You were about to hand him whatever you had been working on when he stopped you.

“Babe. I gotta say these are pretty good, but ya suck at measuring.” He said gravely, “I get the hat kind of, but how the hell am I gonna get them other things on when ya made ‘em for a damn Joltik!”

“Oh! They’re not for you to wear!” you laughed, “I made them for you to give to someone else!”

“Who babe? A Caterpie?”

You shook your head, still laughing slightly and reaching into your pack where you gave him two extra items. He didn’t get the little red and black booties at first, but looking at the other object made him rethink what you had said.


“Yeah?” you grinned.

He held up a thin bit of white plastic. What’s this? was written on his face.

“It’s positive.” You smiled.

“Huh?” he was confused. Utterly unable to grasp what you were trying to tell him indirectly. You got off the La-Z-Boy and showed it to him a little more closely.

“See how the two lines right here are pink?” you asked.

“Yeah…” Guzma replied cautiously.

“It’s positive.” You replied with a smile. “Took it this morning.”


Sighing, you took the test out of his hand. Taking hold of his hand in yours, fingers caressing the callouses built up from years of fighting and pent up aggression, you placed it under your shirt and onto your stomach where he could feel your warm pudgy flesh. His eyes widened. His throat closed off and he could not find the breath to express what he felt at the moment his skin connected with yours and he understood.

“Get it now?” you asked softly with a gentle smile.

Guzma began to cry.

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what’s the deal with people getting pissy about the genders of fictional creatures? who freaking cares if that gardevoir is a dude or that machamp is a chick or whatever it doesn’t freaking matter they’re pokemon they’re fictional just let people view these fictional creatures however they want it’s not going to hurt anyone

New Professor on Campus

Title: New Professor on Campus

Fandom: Pokemon

Word Count: 2599

Rating: M

Characters: Guzma

Pairing(s): Guzma x Reader

Genre: Romance

Warning(s): Swearing

Summary: You’re new to this university, and of course you get stuck with the weird, new teacher.

Chapter 2: http://crashed-in-deep.tumblr.com/post/166332613755/a-shitty-day

First day of University. What a drag. I sighed as I stood outside of the large campus that stood in front of me. People my age and older were all standing outside, chatting with each other before the day started. Some also had their Pokémon out with them as they socialized with the other people on campus. My shrimpy little Wimpod clung to my shoulder as I walked closer to the building. He looked around worriedly at all the different Pokémon and trainers that were out and about. I rested my hand on his head and gave him an affectionate rub.

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anonymous asked:

Guzma trying to get back with the reader after a break up

“… Got you something to eat.”


“You planning on living here long term?”


He didn’t really expect to have an answer. Perhaps he could chalk it up to one of those rhetorical questions. After a while you simply shrugged and tucked into the Ronin Set that had been brought for you. Nanu gave a deep, exhausted sigh as he pulled a Meowth onto his lap. Two months was a long time for a visit. Especially since you had just barged in one stormy night with your packed bags, thrown a wad of bills on his kitchen counter top (this month’s rent?), and huddled near the entryway to sleep while ten Meowths came up to you and sniffed as you slept. He didn’t mind at first, had probably figured that something had gone wrong in Po Town. Didn’t see much of your face around the islands anymore. One day you just disappeared altogether, and then suddenly you were there in his house sharing his food and paying him rent somehow. Some nights you were gone for an eternity. Nanu didn’t wait up. Would rather pretend that he didn’t know what you were up to and let you think you were being a slick youngster sneaking out for illicit affairs. But he had to admit: not seeing you clinging to Guzma 24/7 was an oddity.

“You sure do eat a lot.” He observes gravely. Reluctantly you put a piece of Nigiri sushi back on the platter, backing away from it altogether. There’s an established pecking order during mealtimes. You can eat first, but you’re sure as shit letting your host have the pick of the goods. Like a shabby, toothless Pyroar, Nanu begins to eat as well. He takes delicate bites chewing quietly.

Your meal is interrupted by frantic pounding on the door, startling a few Meowth away from begging near the food platter. Immediately you bolt, locking yourself in the bathroom. Nanu pauses only a moment to give a deep sigh of exhaustion before hoisting his carcass off the couch.

“Where the hell did my bae go?!” demands a harsh voice. Guzma’s in fact.

“Who?” asks the old man. Feigning innocence. Years of repressing his instinctual incriminations prevented him from looking to the bathroom.

“You know who the hell I’m talking about!”

“In fact, I don’t.” Nanu responds. “And whatever little crisis you have isn’t important enough to interrupt my dinner. Goodnight.”

Even Guzma is stunned into silence by Nanu’s coldness once the door is slammed shut. From the bathroom, you can hear Guzma’s throaty cry into the rainy night, and you duck further under the sink when he passes by the bathroom window cursing and crying as though his heart is about to break.

When you return to the living room, Nanu is silently eating his meal. Offering the Meowth some every so often as they beg around his feet.

“You had a visitor.” He grunts.


In a way, you’re glad Nanu isn’t one to be involved in drama.