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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Pocket Monsters | Pokemon - All Media Types, Pocket Monsters: Sun & Moon | Pokemon Sun & Moon Versions, Dear Evan Hansen (2021), Pocket Monsters | Pokemon (Main Video Game Series), Pocket Monsters | Pokemon (Anime), Pokemon - Fandom, Dear Evan Hansen Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Hanako | Delia Ketchum & Satoshi | Ash Ketchum, Mizuki | Selene & You | Elio (Pokemon Sun & Moon), Satoshi | Ash Ketchum & Elio | You, Satoshi | Ash Ketchum & Selene | Mizuki Characters: Satoshi | Ash Ketchum, Mizuki | Selene (Pokemon Sun & Moon), You | Elio (Pokemon Sun & Moon), Hanako | Delia Ketchum, Red (Pokemon), Leaf (Pokemon), Yuuki | Brendan, Haruka | May, Kouki | Lucas, Hikari | Dawn, Mei | Rosa, Calme | Calem, Satoshi no Gekkouga | Ash Ketchum's Greninja Additional Tags: Angst, Out of Character Ash Ketchum, Angst with a Happy Ending, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Song: So Big/So Small, Ash Interacts with Game Protagonists, Songfic, Ash Ketchum is Angsty about Pokémon Leagues, Delia Being a Good Mom, Mizuki | Selene and You | Elio are Twins (Pokemon Sun & Moon), Satoshi | Ash Ketchum Needs a Hug Series: Part 3 of Pokémon Alternate Summary:
What if I fail again? What if I fall short, just like I did in Kalos? What if I’ll never be the very best?
Ash sat on the grass outside of Professor Kukui’s house. He had just finished an intense training session with his Pokémon. His Pikachu ran up to him, and cuddled in his lap. Ash slowly stroked Pikachu, thinking about all of the past leagues which he battled.
He thought about the Indigo League, where he suffered a humiliating loss, because Charizard refused to obey him. He thought about the Sinnoh League, when he was only able to defeat two of his opponent’s Pokémon, with Pikachu fainting as a result of a draw. He finally remembered the Kalos League; he was so close to winning! Even when his Greninja became Ash-Greninja, even though they had a type advantage, they still couldn’t defeat Alain’s Charizard. All those times, he hid his sadness, he hid the insecurities that he had and kept an optimistic face. He hid everything. He couldn’t tell them, he couldn’t tell them anything. The light in their life would’ve gone out if he told. This is why he kept quiet.
However, everything was going to change.
What if I fail again?
What if I fall short, just like I did in Kalos?
What if I’ll never be the very best?
I sat on the grass outside of Professor Kukui’s house. I had just finished an intense training session with my Pokémon. My Pikachu ran up to me, and cuddled in his lap. I slowly stroked Pikachu, thinking about all of the past leagues which I've battled.
I thought about the Indigo League, where I suffered a humiliating loss, because Charizard refused to obey me. I thought about the Sinnoh League, when I was only able to defeat two of my opponent’s Pokémon, with Pikachu fainting as a result of a draw. I finally remembered the Kalos League; he was so close to winning! Even when my Greninja became Ash-Greninja, even though we had a type advantage, we still couldn’t defeat Alain’s Charizard.
All those times, I hid my own sadness, my own insecurities, and kept a happy face for everyone. I hid everything. I couldn’t tell them, I couldn’t tell them anything. The light in their life would’ve gone out if I told. This is why I kept quiet.
However, everything was going to change.
”Ash!”
I turned around and saw a familiar face. A younger boy ran up to me, rapidly waving his hand. He was wearing almost the same clothes as I did, but wore a black hat rather than a red one. His hair was just above his shoulders.
Elio. Another friend that’ll battle in the League with me. Another friend that I’ll disappoint.
”Ash, your mom’s calling you! Hurry, Selene’s trying to keep her busy as much as possible!” Elio shouted as he turned towards the house. “C’mon!”
Pikachu and I followed Elio closely behind until we reached the house. We were greeted by Selene, who gave us a quick wave, before handing me the phone.
Selene. Like her twin brother, she’ll battle in the League. I’ll somehow manage to disappoint her too.
”Hey, Mom!” I said as Pikachu hopped onto my shoulder, making me forget about my worries. I made myself comfy in a chair.
”Hello Ash, it’s been a while...I’ve missed you!” my mom responded. “How’re your preparations for the League going?”
Shoot.
I went silent, completely clueless on what I should tell her. The worries that I let go of seconds prior were all scurrying back to me.
Should I say that my preparations are going well, and not make her worry? Or should I tell her what’s wrong, and...
”Ash? Are you still there?” Delia asked, with a hint of worry. “You were silent for the last five minutes.”
FIVE MINUTES?!
”Mom, my training is going really well!” I quickly responded, trying to silence the hint of worry in my voice and sound authentic. I'm telling the truth; training was going really well. All of my Pokémon are the best that they could be! But...
”Ash, what’s wrong?” Delia asked me, seeing through my determined facade. “You haven’t been yourself ever since you started training for the League.”
Uh oh. I thought I was able to convince her that everything's fine!
”W...what...er...who made you think that?” I stuttered as I tried to piece my words together.
”Selene told me while I was waiting for you to come,” Delia responded.
WHAT?!
”She said that you didn’t seem like the person that you were before. She said that you stopped acting like yourself while you were training. You refused to eat, you didn’t sleep, and you didn’t seem to talk to your friends in the past few days. Everyone’s worried about you, Ash.”
”That’s true,” I admitted. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me. This always happens before I take on the Pokémon League.”
Stupid Selene. Why does she have to say everything?
"This is extremely concerning, Ash. This has become a bad habit of yours for the past few leagues. This isn't normal; you're going to destroy yourself like this,” Mom bluntly stated as I grew uneasy.
Why can't she get off my back? Everything's fine. This always happens. I'll always lose. I'll always-
"Ash, I’m going to ask you again. What’s wrong? You can tell me anything and everything. I’m not taking no for an answer.” Mom insisted as Ash heard her clench to the phone.
”Mom...” I began. I looked around, making sure that no one was spying on my conversation. No one’s supposed to know this!
Elio and Selene were still in the room, gazing away from me and shifting their weight from one foot, to another.
"Get out! Shoo! Shoo! This is meant for my ears only!" I shouted as I chased them out of the room.
After ensuring that no one’s around, except for Pikachu and I, I began.
”Mom, I’m a disappointment. I’ve been losing League after League, no matter how hard I prepare, I always fail!" I confess as the memories come flooding in.
Kanto, top 16.
Johto, Hoenn, and Unova, quarterfinals.
Sinnoh, semifinals .
Kalos, finals.
"My friends are all here, eliminated in rounds before me, hoping that I can be their light. I’ll never be their light! I always lose, in the most disappointing ways possible!" I cry out, as more memories scurry back to me.
"Ash, you can defeat him with a team as strong as yours!" Leaf encourages me before the battle.
Charizard took a nap, making me lose the battle. I bet Red and Leaf wondered how Charizard could disobey me.
"C'mon Ash!" I hear Lucas shout in the crowd. "Show Tobias who's boss!"
I was beaten to a pulp, only knocking out two of Tobias's Pokémon. He and Dawn probably thought that I was pathetic.
"Ash, you can do it!" Rosa cheers in the crowd as I face Cameron. "He only has Riolu...er...Lucario left!"
I managed to get crushed by the inexperienced trainer. She probably thought I was an idiot.
"Ash, Greninja has the type advantage against Charizard," Calem informs me as I pass by him. "Use it against Alain."
Alain defeated me with Blast Burn. I bet Calem still wonders how I lost.
"They ‘congratulate’ me for making it ‘so far,’ when deep down, I know that they’re disappointed in me.” I admitted as tears filled my eyes.
"Wow, 'congratulations.'"
"I wish you could've won, though."
"At least you did your best!"
“They’ll probably leave me in the dust, and forget about me once they see my weaknesses. They all probably look at me and think, ‘Wow, he’s such a coward, he can’t do anything right!’ Maybe they’re right. Maybe I’ll never be the very best.”
I was at the phone, trying to dial Red's number. "Hello? Hello, Red? Are you there?"
He didn't pick up.
I tried to text Brendan and May.
They haven't responded in months.
"Wow, you're such a kid."
"You're such a bad trainer."
"Why do you have to be so dense?"
"You'll never amount to anything."
At this point, I was bawling like a small child, with tears and snot running down my face. Pikachu tried to comfort me, rubbing his tiny paws onto my face, but it was all fruitless. He then curled up in my lap. I hear a push, and I turn around to see a box of tissues. I pick it up and wipe my face. Mom was silent during this time, until I calmed down a little.
”Ash, let me tell you a story about your dad and I,” Mom offered, in hopes that the story would help.
”It all started in a cold, February day. Your dad was preparing to leave, not for a while, but for good. You and I never thought that this day would come. When it did, I told you to not come out, but you did anyway.” She told me.
”I remember that day,” I said, smiling a little. “You and Dad let me sit behind the wheel. It felt rubbery and made my hands smell weird. I remember saying, ‘Machamp Movers, where moving makes you feel like a MACHAMP!’”
She laughed a little as well, and then continued the story. “After we said our last goodbyes, it was just you and I. You had no dad to look after you since he lost custody rights, it was just me. I really wanted to make it count, but with me not knowing how sad you felt, I guess I didn’t.”
”But Mom,” I protested, tensing up. “You’re the best mom that a son could ever have!”
”You can say that,” Mom responded, “but I didn’t feel that on that day. On that night, after I read you a few bedtime stories, you tugged my shirt, and asked me, ‘Will another truck come to take Mommy away? Will I be all alone?’”
I listened silently, for those words paralleled to how I felt right now. Will I be left all alone? Will my friends forget about me after we part ways?
”When you said that, it was then I knew. I knew that there would be moments that I’ll miss, and moments where I won’t always be the best mom. And I knew that I’ll make a billion mistakes along the way. And I did. And I do. And I will.” Delia said. “On that February night, I assured you, ‘There isn’t another truck in our driveway. No one will take me away.’”
I smiled as I held the phone in my hand. I felt better than I had before.
”Ash, it’s okay to make mistakes. With each time you lost the League, you got closer and closer to achieving your goal. That shows you’re learning from them. It’s also okay to feel scared or sad from time to time. You shouldn’t bottle up these feelings,” Delia advised. “And about your friends, if they leave you whenever you’re going through a tough time, they’re not real friends. If they stick by your side no matter what happens, you know that they’re true friends. When Selene told me about what happened, I figured that she really cared about you. She’s a real friend. I also received calls from some of your other friends, wishing you good luck. See, Ash, all your true friends love and care about you a lot, they didn’t leave your side even after you lost.”
I finally began to understand. I remembered that even after all of the fights that I had with my friends, at the end of the day, we made up, and were closer than before. We stuck by each other in crucial times, and we all cared about each other a lot.
”Thanks, Mom, I needed that,” I said, with a big smile on my face. “I love you.”
”I love you too, Ash,” Mom responded, sounding satisfied. “See you at the League.”
We both hung up. I held the phone for a while, thinking about my mom’s advice. I then put the phone back.
"Ash..?" Elio whispers as he peeks through the doorway, with Selene peeking through as well. "Is everything okay?"
I would've been angry at them, had it not been for this call.
"Everything's fine! For real, this time!" I respond.
"We didn't know you felt this way," Selene confessed. "We figured that something might be wrong, so we hid nearby after you chased us out."
Whoops. They must have heard me crying as well.
"So did you hear me-" I begin to ask, before getting cut off.
"We heard you cry, but that's okay!" Selene admits. "It's good that you let out all of your feelings!"
"Ash," Elio says as he goes on his tippy toes to squeeze my shoulder, "If you need to talk about anything, you can just tell us, okay?"
"Okay!" I respond. "You can talk to me about anything as well!"
After reconciling, Selene suggests, "How about we go outside? I think we all need that fresh air before the League tomorrow."
We all run outside. I dig into my pockets for the five Pokéballs which my team was concealed in. I threw them into the night sky, and they all came out. Elio and Selene did the same.
”Tomorrow, we’ll go in, and either win or lose. Either way, I’m feeling psyched for the League!” I exclaimed to my friends. “Everyone ready?”
”YEAH!”
Even if I lose again,
Even if I come up short,
I’ll never give up,
And be the very best,
Like no one ever was.
The Green Sniper
Rough draft of Chapter 1
The night air was dry and cold, the dim lights of candles and holograms lighting the streets of The Slums. Panic cries filled the quiet street, the cries were coming from four young women who were bound and sat in a row on the rocky drift ground, two teenage boys stood behind them, the smaller one held a camera the other a loaded pistol. They laughed together and the taller one pointed the gun at the smallest of the girls, the cold metal pressed against her head and she let out a scared whine.
Watching the scene from above was as difficult to keep from turning away as it would be on the ground, Siren watched through the scope of her rifle. She gripped the gun harder, the words of her father rung through her mind.
“Aim…”
She whispered to herself, aiming the crosshairs to the taller boys head.
“Deep breath…”
She took a deep breath, emptying her mind. This is important. Lives were on the line.
“Fire.”
Once aimed, she pulled the trigger, a loud bang boomed through the air, by the time the smaller one realized what was happening, his friend was on the ground with a bullet in his head. Siren quickly turned her crosshairs to the other, took a breath, and fired. The boy fell with a loud thud. A few people rushed out of their homes, helping the girls up and ushering them inside.
Siren relaxed lowering her rifle and brushing a green lock of hair out of her face. Siren, was what people called a greenie, a person born with green hair. A side effect from an experiment conducted by a government research team, the exact reasoning was unknown do to all survivors were deemed too mentally unstable to be a reliable source, or couldn’t remember.
The woman turned tucking her rifle into the case and slinging it over her shoulder. She turned on her heel and made her way to the fire escape she used to get up on the roof. Once at the bottom she looked over at the two bodies on the ground, what a waste of bullets. The camera still laid in the ground and Siren tilted her head, ‘it’d sell well’ she thought and made her way towards it, picking the device up and inspecting it, a red light flashed besides three white letters 'REC’ Siren turn it a pressed a few of the buttons until it stopped.
She turned it a few more times then tucked it into her bag and continued walking. She hadn’t expected this one, kids from the ritz coming down here to cause trouble wasn’t uncommon, she just didn’t expect them this time.
The slums and the ritz were two vary different places, as the name suggests, the ritz was home to the Rich, given anything they wanted no matter what, and the slums, home to those who were poverty stricken and scavenging what the ritz leave behind. There was no middle class, you were either rich or poor. Kids would often go to the slums and torment the residents. Knowing full well that nobody would help them, murder ignored, reports of injuries or illness fell of deft ears. Everyone always said it wasn’t going to change anytime soon.
One thing about Siren was she wasn’t vary good at listening.
Notes: oh would you look at this mess… I’m not sure if I’ll continue it, I’d like to but it’s pretty bad. I’m not good at writing… I need sleep what am I doing its 3 in the morning.
The Green Sniper chapter 2
So, I wasn’t originally going to post this, but some people in the chat for KitaNash’s stream tonight were vary encouraging so her it is. I’m not incredibly proud of it but it’s all I have.
The walk home after an encounter like that was never one Siren enjoyed. Her hands were numb from the cold and her worn jacket didn’t do much to help. The whole scene would reply in her head again and again, wondering if there had been another way, she didn’t know if there was, but if there was one it was too late now. What she did know was when those boys don’t come home by the time lock down comes around, the Guard will come looking, which is never good for those living in the slums.
The wind blew harshly against her as she walked, she let out a groan, silently cursing the weather and turned her head to look and make sure she was still on the right path. Not that she needed it, she had been walking this path her whole life. She could do it blind even, but she saw no harm in making sure.
Siren walked past a hologram and scowled. She stopped and looked at the filthy thing. An image of a male greenie came into view. Her brother to be exact. He created the hologram and now lived in the ritz. They were children when it happened. She had been 14 at the time, he 12. Even to this day she didn’t understand how he had managedto get a bunch of junk and scrap and make it into one of the most used devices she knew of. He’s the only greenie there, in the ritz. He stuck out like a pink dress at a funeral.
Yet they treated him as an equal, a friend, work partner, father, husband.
Siren scowled she hated it. She hated that he was there, she hated that her little brother, her only living family member was sitting pretty with a bunch of snobby murders while the people they grew up with and raised by were dying. She hated that she had worked in a damn brothel to feed him and he left.
And she hated that she felt guilty and selfish for the feeling this.
Siren let out an annoyed grown, she was to tired for this. She allowed her feet to move once more.
The walk didn’t continue much longer before she reached her home. It was a small run down butcher shop. It had been her fathers, he left it for her to run when he died.
Siren tiredly pushed open the door wincing at the loud creek it squealed and stepped inside slowly closing the door behind her and latching it. She ascended the stairs bitterly muttering to herself about the nights occurrences and what the person upstairs will have to say. A dim light peeked through an the small gap of the partly closed door. Siren slipped into the room as quietly as a woman of her great size could manage.
“You’re home late.”
A familiar voice spoke. Siren turned her head and glared at the woman laying in bed.
“I was ‘working’.”
She replied just as dryly as the person in her bed had a moment ago.
“What was it this time?”
The small women looked back down at the tattered book she was rereading for the twentieth time.
“two boys, four hostages. That’s all.”
Siren slumped the rife off her back and next to her side of the bed. Than kicked off her boots, and removing her jacket.
“Did anyone die?” “Only the two boys, Guard will be here not long after lock down.”
Siren slipped into bed quietly. She wanted to get as much sleep as she could before the Guard arrived. The greenie looked over at the woman next to her and watched as she closed her book and placed in on the ground next the them, than laying back down.
“Siren?” “Yeah Koi?”
Koi rolled over to face her.
“Did… Did you see the holograms they installed?”
Siren sighed and looked over at the rusted dust covered machine in the corner.
“Yeah…”
Siren looked away from the machine when she felt Koi wrap her arms around her and pressing a kiss to her wife’s jaw.
“Don’t worry yourself about it, beautiful. It’s not your fault.”
Koi rested her head on Siren’s shoulder, rubbing her arm.
“I know”
She said quietly. She knew it wasn’t her fault. But it felt like it.
“𝐈'𝐌 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐘𝐎𝐔, 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘”
ღ. skater! gojo satoru x reader
╰➤ CW — f! reader, size kink ayeeee, breeding kink ig, praise, dacryphilia, overstim, cervix fuckin’, pussydrunk gojo for the win, exhibition, oral (f. receiving).
╰➤ NOTE — look @bassslut I did it.
Reblogs and interactions are appreciated!!
𝐒𝐤𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐨𝐣𝐨 who is so much taller than you and he loves to abuse the height difference to the fullest. From holding your phone above you to not leaning down when you want to kiss him. In his defense he loves to see you struggle.
He thinks it's cute how you get on your tip toes to reach him, hands balled on his shirt and a slight pout on your lips, “you're such a meanie, 'toru.” he always has a good laugh whenever you say that.
𝐒𝐤𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐨𝐣𝐨 who loves to hold your hands. He's always got a big palm enclasping your smaller one. He compares hand sizes often, his blue eyes widening in awe at how big his hands are compared to yours.
𝐒𝐤𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐨𝐣𝐨 who chuckles when you ask him to teach you how to skate. But the next day you find yourself in the park, grasping onto his hands in a frenzy while your legs wobble on his skateboard, “you can do it, baby, you're doing s'good for your first time. Just try to breathe and keep your balance and you'll be fine.” his words of encouragement gets you through it, finally managing to skate without holding onto him.
𝐒𝐤𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐨𝐣𝐨 who is such a tease that he'd push you against the wall in an alley and get on his knees in front of you. his face buried in between your thighs with your leg thrown over his shoulder, “try n' keep quite, can you do that f'me?” his azure gaze catches on the deep seated excitement in your eyes, underneath all the concern.
What if someone finds you like this? You're away from any prying eyes but clearly not far enough because you can still hear geto talking to shoko in the distance, “you're so wet, i think you like the thrill.” he marvels, tongue pressing teasing licks at your fluttering cunt while your fingers tangled in his hair in an attempt to pull him closer,“what d'ya think suguru and shoko would say if they knew you're creaming on my tongue right now?”
𝐒𝐤𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐨𝐣𝐨 who now knows how much you are a sucker for praise so he's praising you in random moments, just to see you get all flustered. Even when he's balls deep inside you, his lips part to shower you in sweet praises, “atta girl,” and you're breathing hard, his hands holding yours as your mind goes dizzy, he's too big.
You're feeling so full and he's not even fully inside yet, “'toru, it won't fit,” your words makes him laugh, tone laced in stinging condescension, “don't worry, baby. We'll make it fit.” and he does, intertwining your fingers in his long ones and kissing your lips softly to distract you, he slams all the way in with a deep groan.
𝐒𝐤𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐨𝐣𝐨 who gets lost in the feeling of how tight you are around him. Even though he's prepped you on his fingers, making you cum at least twice before finally sinking in, it's still a snug fit. You're struggling to take his cock while grabbing onto his hands frantically.
Yet he's got his eyes closed, thrusting inside you frantically, cock hitting deep with each stroke till you're screaming his name and tears spill from your eyes, “fuuuuck, 's too much ah, I can't I can't, please,” you're babbling mindlessly because the tip of his cock is nudging against your sweet spot with every thrust from him,
“what a good girl, taking me s'well. Look at you go, ah you're s'fucking tight”
𝐒𝐤𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐨𝐣𝐨 who has absolutely no self control and has to put you in a mating press every fucking time he fucks you. His big hands settle on your thighs while his head is reeling from how good your pussy feels clamping down on his thick cock every time he fucks into you. And he pushes your thighs up against your chest without a warning,
“god, you're so fucking beautiful like this,” azure eyes stare down at you with a lust hazed vision. He thrives for the little scrunch your nose does and how you whimper when his cock hits even deeper inside you, kissing the opening of your cervix, “hurts! It hurts—”
𝐒𝐤𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐨𝐣𝐨 who hushes all your complains by whispering sweet nothings in your ears, “shh, baby I know, I know. You'll be alright, it'll be fine. You're fine.” but you feel the air being knocked out of your lungs when he starts pounding into you.
Your breasts bounce as he fucks your cervix, relishing in the loud wet sounds that your poor little cunt made as it struggled to adjust to his size, “have I ever lied to you?” he asks before you can speak, your glassy gaze following the upward curve of his lips as he smirked when you believed him,“so trust me when I say you'll be fine, baby. I got ya.”
And he lies. The very next moment, he's rutting into you like an animal, groaning and panting when you clench impossibly tight around him, your moans only making him go harder.
𝐒𝐤𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐨𝐣𝐨 who never pulls out, filling you up every damn time he fucks you. And he's always asking you stuff when he knows you can't form a coherent thought right after he's made you cum, “want me to fill you up, yeah?” he stares at your fucked out face impatiently, his cock twitching and throbbing against your walls,
“hmm yes please, need you to cum inside me, please.” and who's he to deny you when you beg so sweetly like that? So, he's fucking you through your orgasm, grunting and muttering curses under his breath when your pussy convulses around his pulsating cock, “fuck fuck, you're gonna take all I give you, all of it, not a single drop to waste.”
𝐒𝐤𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐨𝐣𝐨 who fucks his cum back in your abused cunt and overstims both of you. Even with tears blurring his own vision and his limbs trembling from the overwhelming sensation, he continues to ram his sensitive cock in your tight hole, “keep it all in, do it for me.”
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