STAR CATCHER

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‘ when was the last time you went outside for anything that wasn’t related to catching pokemon or saving the world ? ’ yellow knows that crys enjoys her work, which is completely alright, but yellow still thinks that she should relax every once in a while. so, just as they do with green, yellow’s preparing to drag crys out kicking and screaming if they have to. 

    “Is the world ending that often for that to be a standardized question?” 

    Eyebrow raised, Crys paused mid sip from the chilled thermos of coffee in her hands to cast an inquisitive smirk towards her senior. It was said in humor, but the Catcher already knew where this was going. They’d had this conversation before.

                                    @gracifleur​ requests a capture! 

:)c sowwy im a mean and rude person, so

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"Riiiight. So, first order of business n' all-a that good jazz. Let it be known that Little Scizors is the de facto, king of the Pokeworld top of pizza perfection you can ever grab on this glob. ..Or flat earth, if ya believe in that hot mess."

"Why ya think my team is so strong? I know the goods that really be speakin' to the soul."

🌸 ███   ＂HEY GIVE ME A MINUTE i gotta make sure my parental god unit obliterates your boyfriend.＂

🌸 ███   ＂THOUGHT YOU HAD SUPER LIKE, ultra died.＂

🌸 ███   ＂MY TOXIC TRAIT IS THAT i’m sooo precious. i’m so adorable. no one can disagree with this fact.＂

Sweet satisfaction. An eagerness to throw himself at the world was once again burning within his guts, unbridled and free. Despite the sun’s constant familiar beat, despite the raze of emerald green shooting by him in blurry dissonance, the rumbling sensation that soaks through the vehicle and into his seat just feels marvelous as he cuts through parts of familiar wilds.

The surprising part? It’s only a small fraction of why such a day is elevated to pristine levels of glory.

Could this be a familiar schoolboy’s kick? The rivaling frenzy of satisfaction and excitement clambering messily on top of each other, just knowing that a day dedicated with his sweetheart is set into stone? Crystal Lynne was racing strong within this hotshot’s mind and was skirting past everything else by leaps and miles, oh impulses, reliable yet silly impulses, chill for a damn second with making these sweet looking mental images of her!

It was no short thanks to the slew of text messages that set their day into motion. A few ending notes of what he said still rings, a smidgen of satisfied confidence that she either rolled her eyes or shot that million dollar brand of a smile towards him.

Txt: Ohhhh my pizza pie, best toppings and ever so sly… Little Scizors?

Txt: Okay maybe that one should’ve ran one more round in my head in trying to lay the sweet on ya. Pretend ya never saw that!

Txt: And pretend you just never know that I’ve been hungry for that!

Txt: Just be on the look out for yours truly! We’re going to leap out the gate with something we’ve should’ve tackled a long time ago together. See ya in a bit Cutiefly!

….Wait wait. What if she didn’t like Cutieflies? Fuck.

Ah well Gold. You made this damn bed, you’re going to have to hold every damn intention of laying in it.

Echoing through the usually quiet annals of New Bark Town would be the sound of burning rubber. Durable wheels flexing across these beaten dirt paths as if a king’s war path, gliding seamlessly across rock and natural debris as made both twists and turns, a natural gauge of his environment finally prompting him to slow down. Even with the palpable lack of breeze skimming along his skin, he’s hardly complaining, the few curious eyes of people and Pokemon alike given little afterthought while the Lynne residence was the first and only place upon his list to visit.

Also had he been seeing things or did one of the science helpers gave him the stink eye in passing? Ah well, maybe this sweet set-up is a touch outstanding for quieter tints of this region.

”Allllright, if the timing is nailed, specs considered, all-a that good stuff? My seriously sweet gal shoooould be at her place.” He’s willing to test this theory then swallow some wayward pride in just confirming it through next. The once buzzing smoothness of the engine settles into comfortable purr as he slows to a pause before the front of their residence. Kicking off some supportive stance to balance the bike, Gold hows the cocksure nature of some road conquering bad boy, the helmet disengaged and the pose set juuuust right before the legend’s room window.

Giving a small twist and tug at the moped’s horn, he’d grill into that need to leave some swooning impression onto her, daydreams aching to step from sweet fantasies to even sweeter reality as that heart of the Hatcher’s skip a beat.

Oh even her proactive efficiency loving heart is going to love this!

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    Whether Crystal Lynne was a master of or addict to multitasking was hard to pinpoint on any given day, but when she alternated so frequently between busting the kitchen counter and jotting down notes on her PokéGear for the following day, it would be hard for any nondescript bystander to not lean their opinion towards the latter. The busied wobba, wobba, wobba... of Woffee as he furiously polished the hard wood floor was metronome as the pair kept time in what was likely the most efficient two-person+pokemon housecleaning team this side of the Indigo League.

    The only thing that brought the Catcher completely to a halt was when her Gear buzzed with a text instead of a scheduled reminder. Cleaning cloth set to the side and leaning herself on the counter, that super serious frown immediately lightened her face into a beaming smile upon seeing who it was in the message ID.

    The only one this capable of giving her a much needed distraction.

txt: I might need compensation for that one, Gold. Woof. 

txt: Though if you want to order pizza all you had to do was let me know.       Something fast might be pretty good, now that I think about it.

txt: has anyone ever told you that you’re bad for my diet?  

txt: but if you’re on the way, we can talk about that when you get here ❤(ˆ‿ˆԅ)

    Crys thought she could probably finish cleaning house to a respectable degree, but the super serious gal found herself stuck in place, a fond smile taking hold of her face as she reread his charmingly dorky messages a few more times. Talking to Gold was like waking to a warm morning after a cool night, and even she hadn’t been immune to the pull of his smile. A smile she was getting a little lost in the mental image of.

    It wasn’t until Woffee started prodding her curiously that she was snapped out of her girlish daydream, and the wawawawa of his laughter had her ears turning pink. Turning away from the embarrassment and tightening her apron, cleaning was put on fast forward with hopes that this place would be sparkling before he arrived. But he must have been closer than she thought. Part of her was mortified; this place was still a mess (it was not)! But she knew by now it wouldn’t matter so much to him, and if things got out of hand she’d be cleaning up again later anyway.....but then she heard a honk. 

    What? 

    Utterly confused at what could be making some kind of motor noise outside her house, Crys threw open her front door, and......she didn’t think even she had the vocabulary to express how much she was not expecting this.

    She looked at the thing he was riding.

    Then back up at him.

    Then back down to the two-wheeled wonder and blinked several times as though at some point, she was going to open her eyes again to reveal him standing there at her door like normal and accept that whatever she was seeing was just a figment of her overworked imagination. But it didn’t disappear and neither did that cocky grin of his. 

                                    @gxldenstreak​ requests a capture! 

Bullies her by peppering her face with kisses, giving her a good round of hair brushes on top of that. "Workin' hard again huh? Thought I told ya what would happen if I caught that!" That said punishment being exactly what he's doing.

    No matter what was said, no matter what anyone thinks they might have saw: Crystal Lynne does not squeak. She doesn’t. To her dying breath, Crys will deny that the undignified noise escaped her throat as her boyfriend definitely did not get the jump on her with his ‘punishment’, and her firm and serious demeanor remained completely in tact. This is the story the Super Serious Gal will uphold to the very end even as her hands fly up to cover her reddening cheeks and the grin that came with this sudden barrage of affection. 

    “Gooooooold-” she definitely doesn’t whine either. “When did you- snrk- when did you get back?”

    But what could she even say? He all but had her pinned right where he wanted her, and being pulled so suddenly from the haze of her work left her little room to fight back. Not that her little capture-planning area and notes for the coming day that she had littered in neat little piles around her were particularly urgent or him messing with her hair didn’t feel nice, on top of everything else. Though she had to give him credit - his strategic approaches were getting better. 

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”Darn tootin’!” Deeper commitment to this conversation briefly rouses him from that galaxy of hair. A few idle tresses clinging to the top of his own head, a feature he gives not one lick of mind towards as their heads lean upon the other, a solemn comfort generated in this home with their company.

There was no denying the giddiness this girl managed to kick into him. All business but with surprisingly growing angles of play, he finds himself happy that she’s taking a chance to tear from their workaholic tendencies. His fingertips drummed along her hip in a mindless, content filled beat. “Much as the Pokedex buttered them up? It was only natural we put the pieces together.”

“They’re out here trying to give your brain here a run from their money. Too many masterminds like that would not only be making things tricky..!”

”But I wasn’t kiddin’ ya either. These guys are out here puttin’ the dots together, why ya think those Shellders that were by the lakes been dwindlin like crazy? Less Slowpoke in the caves too?”

“Starlight they’re trying to get outta this life of drooling on their damn selves. But knowing that, they’re probably gonna get some crazy goal following. Yer tellin’ me that’s not something we should peek into?” …

“Also the fact that frickin’ clams are making them so damn smart to begin with? What if this start givin’ people ideas?”

   “Ohhhh, it’s me they’re competing with, is it?” She nods with a faux sageliness, conceding an unspoken defeat by closing her book and letting it settle heavily to the side, as clearly her Hatcher was going to occupy most of her attention from this point on.

   Oddly enough, Crys felt somewhat flattered at the comparison with a Slowking, though she couldn’t help but wonder if they’d run in to half the problems they’d had in the past if she were that smart. Intellegence was wasted if not put to use, so she thought, but she wondered affectionately if there was a brain brain big enough in this great, big pokemon world that could even keep up with all the trouble their little trio attracted.

   “But in that case, it’s the shellder we should be keeping an eye on. Clearly they’re the masterminds of this ‘operation’-” her fingers made air quotes. “-in which case I anticipate a newly formed uprising of Slowking ready to take their place as....new overlords, or something. Establishing a feudal monarchy where they eat all the magikarp they want.”

   With her hands now free, Crys let one slide over one of his own that kept settled on her hip, breaking one of her own established house rules by bringing her to rest languidly back on the couch.

You know? Life like this wasn’t so bad. That was the instant selfish thought drawn after being met with a quirk comment alongside a touch of affection. Even without really looking, he could tell her style managed to juggle peak efficiency, balancing both his needy whims alongside of what currently whisked away her attention. A soft snicker rouses from him after she makes that note.

“Lil bit of both. Never said it was simple, but I like my brands of complicated sometimes, y’know how to make it fun.” Gold lazily adds in while making his own move. Squirming that arm between her back and the plush couch cushions, he wound her a touch closer by snagging her by the waist.

A gentle kiss is meshed against the side of her head before tilting his own, a single golden eye peeking towards her.

”Sides. Y’know neither me or you can deny it, Slowpokes are plain weird as hell. You caught me good the other day by makin’ me double take all-a that.”

    She couldn’t help but huff a laugh at that, letting herself be pulled along with his lighthearted affection. Even the ever stern Crystal Lynne had to find herself relaxing in times like these, stress and workloads being set to the wayside for the time being in favor of responding to his playful call and talks that could go well through the night if she stopped paying attention. 

    To think these nights used to be silent and only filled with paperwork for company. 

Proceeds to plop his face all into Crystal’s hair.

“…”

Happily nuzzles his face all against it despite what she’s doing. “Ey there Starlight. Mind droppin’ one of those cool Poke facts on me? Part of me can’t help but looooove when ya get all up in that technical element.”

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    “Do you actually?” she mused dryly, brow raised in good-natured scrutiny even as her eyes keep locked on her book. But his presence really wasn’t a surprise at all, and shifting to accommodate the sudden intrusion was natural by this point even as she teased him. Crys hadn’t even lost her place on the page.