#jacq x reader

— ♥ glaseado mountain has a few forms. sometimes calm, sometimes sharp and unforgiving as if mad at the people climbing its skin. grusha’s cold persona towards the person embodied that.

— ♥ would probably threaten to pokémon battle. just because he’s an ice type gym leader doesn’t mean that he’ll just have ice type pokémon on hand every time, so he’d most likely use varieties including those you’ve traded with him.

— ♥ he’ll be levelheaded as much as he can until the other person initiates a snap or an aggressive show, but either way in the end he’ll definitely come up to you and ask if you’re okay.

— ♥ expect a brief hug after, and maybe a few kisses or two. he’s not too big on pda, especially if some people come by to watch him battle and he’s waiting for the area to clear up.

— ♥ but the best part is him being in denial about being clingy afterwards. that’s when teasing him is essential.

❝ arven ❞

— ❀ he’s the type to be suspicious and accusatory first, ask later.

— ❀ will cross his arms and be sassy. maybe something like, “is this person bothering you, (y/n)? i can deal with ‘em.”

— ❀ when he’s jealous he’s obvious. he’ll pull you in more, scowl and throw sarcastic comments at the other person, and he’ll suggest to go somewhere else.

— ❀ WILL throw in a regular pokemon challenge to the other if it gets to that point. like might as well make it a tradition or smth to go up to someone and challenge them whenever lmao ,, wait that already happens

— ❀ arven would also grasp onto your arm or sleeve subconsciously, afterwards backing away and apologizing after the person’s gone for just grabbing your arm.

— ❀ “i hate it when people just keep persisting on someone even when they’re obviously taken…” arven would sigh, “…but hey, it means you’re hot stuff if people keep coming to take you away from me!”

— ❀ then he’d offer to go on a picnic or something, whatever you’d like. he’s just glad that you’re there with him, no matter what.

❝ jacq ❞

— ☾ the other person isn’t gonna take jacq seriously. i mean, he does look like he just woke up, with his laid back attitude and ruffled clothing. but the charm in it was something you could admire, and clearly the other person didn’t see that.

— ☾ he’s a lil irritated. not just because this person’s competing against him, but also because they have a solid chance.

— ☾ they looked better and dressed better, they were smooth with talking, and in no way did jacq feel as if he could compete properly against them.

— ☾ you seemed to sense his thoughts, holding his hand comfortingly. his heart, as if a weight was pushed off of it, immediately lightened.

— ☾ THEN he had the confidence to say some things. and after you both left the scene, a semi-heartbroken person left behind, he’d kiss you on the forehead thanking you for everything.

— ☾ sure, it was just a small scenario that doesn’t hold much significance in one’s eye. but it strengthened your relationship in the end, and as dorky as it seems, it mattered.

— ☾ jacq’s a good person. he just needs you there to remind him of it. give him one compliment and he’ll pay back tenfold.

Montenevera greeted you with its usual otherworldly charm: snow drifting in lazy spirals down from a pale sky, candles flickering along the pathways like tiny spirits guiding visitors up the mountain. The timbered houses, warm-lit from within, made the whole town feel like a ghostly winter festival frozen in time. And at the center of it all stood the Montenevera gym, bass trembling faintly through the ground even from outside.

The second you stepped through the entrance arch, its Lampent-shaped silhouette glowing faintly, Ryme spotted you.

“La Reina herself!” she shouted, voice echoing off the snowy rooftops. “Look who climbed the mountain just to bless us with that shine!”

She strode forward, throwing her arms around you in a warm, bone-crushing hug that smelled faintly of incense and stage makeup. Her skeletal-braid hand brushed your shoulder as she pulled back to beam at you.

“Girl, you should’ve hit me up sooner,” she said, golden lip paint catching the light. “Montenevera loves you. And I love you. What brings you to my frosty throne?”

“Business,” you said with a playful grin. “Music business.”

Ryme’s eyes gleamed. “Say no more. MC Sledge! Get over here!”

Sledge appeared from behind a stack of speakers, dressed in layered streetwear, chains flashing, shades fogging slightly in the cold. He carried himself with the smooth confidence of someone born to command a stage, swagger rolling off him like heat. He gave you a grin both bright and mischievous.

“La Reina,” he said, voice warm and melodic, his Cascarrafa accent and cadence coming out strong. “Montenevera stay frozen, but you came through and thawed the whole damn mountain.”

Ryme slapped his shoulder. “She didn’t come here for poetry. She came here to borrow you.”

Sledge blinked, then grinned wider. “Borrow me? For what? A track? A tour? A resurrection ritual? I’m down for all three.”

You laughed. “You’ll have to wait until we officially start production meetings. But I have ideas.”

He pressed a hand dramatically over his heart. “Then I’m already there. Just tell me where to be and when to breathe.”

Ryme barked another laugh. “He’s yours. Gym challenges are paused for regional qualifiers anyway, so this fool is free as a Froslass. Use him.”

“Gladly,” you said.

“In fact,” Ryme added, pointing a manicured finger at you, “you stayin’ the night? I got a concert tonight, and you’re VIP whether you like it or not.”

You didn’t need convincing. “I’d love to.”

You pulled out your phone and texted Jacq—a quick update, a promise to be safe, a picture of Montenevera’s candlelit streets. His reply came quickly:

Have fun. Bundle up. And tell Rhyme I said hello—she scares me a little.

You smiled to yourself and pocketed your phone.

Ryme threw an arm around your shoulders and steered you toward the gym’s backstage area, her voice booming proudly across the snow-laden plaza.

“Montenevera! Let’s show Paldea’s Hidden Treasure how the MC of RIP heats up the coldest town in Paldea!”

Beside her, MC Sledge tossed you a wink. “Hope you’re ready,” he said in a smooth, rolling purr. “Tonight’s gonna be fuego.”

And with the music in the distance rising—ghostly, rhythmic, and electric—you stepped deeper into the warm, beating heart of Montenevera, ready for the night ahead.

(Time Pass: The day you leave for Galar...)

The late afternoon sun stretched long gold bars across the polished floors of Naranja Academy as you walked through the entrance hall, suitcase wheels clicking softly behind you. Students were still around — study groups tucked into corners, clubs running meetings, chatter echoing against the bright orange walls.

Jacq had texted hours ago saying he’d be home late. Then “soon.”

Then nothing.

And your flight wouldn’t wait for him. So, you came to him.

His classroom was empty—lights off, windows open to let in the evening breeze. Papers were strewn across his desk in the way only Jacq could manage: organized chaos, alive and warm, like he had just stepped out for a minute. But he wasn’t here.

You took the elevator up to the staff lounge. The doors opened with a soft chime.

Hassel noticed you immediately. “La Reina!” he exclaimed, smile wide and sparkling. “What brings you here? Oh—did something wonderful happen? Something romantic?” His eyes were already glistening.

Tyme folded her arms. “Do not start crying, Hass. Please.”

Raifort didn’t even look up at first, too busy scribbling notes in the margins of a book older than most buildings in the Academy. “If she is here unexpectedly, I doubt it is for frivolous reasons.”

You gave them a polite smile. “Sorry to interrupt. I’m actually looking for Jacq. Has anyone seen him?”

Tyme angled her head. “Did you check his classroom?”

“Yes. He wasn’t in.”

“Then he won’t be in it,” she said simply, returning to her tablet. “He never leaves that mess unattended unless he’s been pulled away.”

Hassel hummed, tapping a thoughtful hand against his chin. “I believe Jacq mentioned something earlier…Yes—yes, he’s been inundated with new research findings. Something about new data from Kitakami?”

Raifort finally lifted her gaze, eyes sharp behind her gold-rimmed glasses. “That's correct. Jacq has been inundated with new research materials today. There are rumored connections between Paldea and Kitakami’s ancient practices. I imagine he’s buried himself in the research lab going through the material. He’s been especially obsessed with new accounts regarding Area Zero convergences.”

That made your shoulders drop slightly. “So…he’s in the research lab?”

“Most likely,” Raifort replied. “He said he wouldn’t leave until he’d sorted through all the inconsistencies. Which will take hours.” She sighed dramatically. “His dedication would be admirable if it weren’t so…modern.”

That absolutely sounded like Jacq.

Hassel hummed thoughtfully. “He did mention needing to speak with another researcher about it. Someone Geeta had been working to allow clearance for a new Area Zero expedition.” He frowned. “What was her name…? I cannot recall. But he said she carries the Scarlet Book with her everywhere.”

Your heart dipped. So he was deep in work, tied up with other researchers, other priorities, far from done.

“The Scarlet Book?” Tyme muttered. “Heath’s old book that was debunked?”

Hassel nodded. “Supposedly this researcher wants to prove that Heath’s findings were accurate.”

Your stomach dipped in slight disappointment. If he was in meetings, in research, in deep academic focus… then he wasn’t coming anytime soon.

You exhaled slowly. “I see. Well…I guess I’ll just miss him, then. I’m flying out here soon, so I just wanted to stop by and say goodbye.”

Hassel immediately burst into tears. “Ah! To be torn apart by fate on the eve of your journey—what agony! What poetry!”

“Hassel.” Tyme shot him a glare. “Stop dramatizing her personal life.”

“We’re not—it’s not—” You rubbed your face, mortified. “Jacq and I are just close friends.”

Tyme raised a brow. “Strange definition of ‘close friends,’ considering he keeps a picture of you on his desk.”

Your face went hot. “It’s just a photo from when we were kids—after I defeated Geeta. It’s not a big deal.”

“Mm.” Tyme didn’t look convinced.

Raifort muttered, “Young people denying obvious affection…tiresome.”

Before you could protest again, Hassel cleared his throat with damp dignity. “Where will your journey take you this time?”

“Galar,” you said. “I’m starting work for the World Championship Tournament halftime show.”

The room lit up with excitement—even Tyme’s expression softened, just a bit.

“A global performance!” Hassel said, teary and proud. “Truly magnificent!”

“Galar is lucky,” Tyme added. “Even if their stadium lighting is excessive.”

Raifort tapped her pen. “At least the event has historical relevance. Good luck.”

You checked your phone. Boarding time was creeping closer.

You inhaled, smiling at them all. “Thank you. Really. And Hassel, could you please tell Jacq I stopped by? And that I’m sorry I missed him?”

Hassel put a hand to his chest, instantly crying again. “Of course! Oh, young hearts—!”

You backed toward the elevator quickly. “Okay—that’s enough of that. Thank you, everyone. Goodbye!”

The doors slid shut on Tyme shaking her head, Raifort scribbling something that looked suspiciously like a historical note about your visit, and Hassel loudly blowing his nose.

And then you were alone in the descending lift, the Academy humming quietly around you, and the realization settling in:

Jacq wouldn’t get a goodbye

You shouldered your bag, squared your heart, and walked toward the exit.

Jacq cares about his students so much, for the short period they are with him, he will do all he can to make their time as enjoyable and fun as he possibly can whilst still maintaining a good learning environment everyone can work in.

He can be very strict, usually only with homework however. It's rare he gives it out, usually around exam season is when he hands it out. If someone hands it in late without a valid reason or ‘loses’ it, Jacq will be VERY disappointed. He will let them do the homework with him watching as a peace offering.

Something that brings him joy is seeing his students socializing and making friends. Students from his homeroom sometimes run in excitement and will ramble about something their friends said and it lights him up. 

Jacq is exactly the same wa\y, he too loves making friends, it's why when he goes to blueberry he was so excited, not just for the pokemon but also getting to learn from the other teachers and students. He is a social person, so talking and meeting new people is something he prides himself of.

One of the most intelligent people in Paldea. If you want to know about pokemon, he is the man to go to. He'll have an answer to any pokemon question you could have! Except for eggs, he tends to ‘avoid’ that topic in a non-classroom situation.

He made the pokedex app. He is extremely good with technology, fight me. Plus he was so excited when he saw the blueberry dex that he wanted to learn all about it and fill it out! And his fascination with a school made almost entirely of technology. Took him back to being a kid again.

Apologies A LOT, and I mean a lot. One thing goes wrong and he thinks it's his fault, even if he wasn’t even there. If he thinks he said something wrong, he will apologise. Correct someone even in class, he will apologise after correcting them. He is still a teacher.

When he isn’t teaching or sitting in a teachers meeting - he is out somewhere in Paldea  or Kitakami, examining the pokemon wild life, trying to expand his already very large knowledge of the pokemon world. It's nearly impossible to find him if he isn’t at school or you have his number.

Wears comfy clothes, 20/4/7. Have you seen his work clothes!? Man is comfortable and is not ashamed of it and I love it. He will never wear socks with sandals. Ever.

Those hexagon glasses he rocks? Yeah he has 30 more, each in different colours. Do we ever see them? No. Why? Because he can never decide which ones to wear, he ends up going to black every time.

Mumbles, a lot. He is an over thinker and an over analyser. Jacq will mumble under his breath and often make hand gestures along with what he is saying.

He's so sweet too, he knows all your likes and dislikes, how you like best to lay in bed, your favorite fabric types, the exact rhythm of your breathing when you've hit REM sleep... People can think all they want about him being clumsy and a bit airheaded at times, but when it comes to you, Jacq is all about making sure you know he loves you, and that he cares about you too.

Cause of that, he doesn't distrust you at all, nor is he the jealous type... Protective? Sure. Perhaps excessively, but jealous? Never, your never betray him and he knows it, though other people trying to get close to you does tick him off, all it takes is a polite request for you to join him for some sudden research excuse and the problem is solved. He loves that about you, you're genuinely interested in him in return, and it makes him feel safe and warm.

You see, the first time he met you, he was unsure what the feelings inside him even were... Never once had he felt the warmth inside his chest upon having someone talk to him before, nor the bitter chill when you excused yourself to the directors office. It was an enlightening experience, and he obviously wanted to understand it, naturally curious as he is, so he did everything he could to make sure you'd interact with him more and more. When he finally asked you to be his partner, he promised to never let you want ever again, and he's stuck to that since.

Sitting in front of your beloved boyfriend, watching him slip off his glasses, putting them on the nightstand next to the bed. His eyes meet yours; Jacq cracks a small smile, chuckling nervously. "Don't look at me like that. You're making me nervous."

You can't help but giggle in return. " Would you rather me not look at you?"

"Yes… N-no!" Jacq stumbles over his words, his mouth moving without his brain registering what he had said. He could already feel the heat of embarrassment rush to his face. "I-I mean, when you look at me with those eyes, I- it's not that I don't want to look at y-"

You cut off his shy mumbling, your lips pressing against his eyes, fluttering close, breathing deeply, your scent calming him down.

"Jacq, calm down, it's ok." Your reassuring smile definitely eased him.

" Okay, Thank you, honey." He smiles at you before his eyes trail to the sheets before he looks back up at you. Your boyfriend lowered his voice. It sounded low, husky, sexy, but you can still make out some nervousness.

"Ok, ok, I'm going to take over now. Could you lie down for me, dear?"

You obey, lying down in front of him. Jacq spreads your legs apart, making room for his body. Now that he is straddling you, he admires the sight before him. He couldn't help but have his hands wander a little, tracing every part of your skin, memorizing the beautiful body of his lover, making sure the sight of you underneath him was engraved in his brain. "You're so beautiful." Jacq purrs, looking at you with such love and his heart touching you so gently and passionately, his thumbs pressing and tweaking your nipples, occasionally gently pitching them his fingers before his hands slide downward, tracing your hips. One hand slides between your legs while the other holds your leg, giving your thigh a soft squeeze before lifting it over his shoulder. He's not quite sure what he's doing; it just felt right to do, giving him a full view of you. He practically drools at the site of your wet hole. He wasn't sure why he was getting an overwhelming urge to taste. All that he knew was that he needed his tongue inside you. But first, his fingers pressed against your entrance gently, his eyes trained on how they slowly work. You open occasionally, starting back to your face, to check and see if it was hurting you in any way, only to see your face showing nothing but wanting more. So he presses his finger deeper. His eyes trained on you, inhaling deeply when you squirm under his delicate touch. Warm walls clenching around his fingers, your cute whimpers giving him confidence to touch you more. While his fingers work you, stretching you out with each thrust, Jacq leans down to kiss you, tongue slipping into your mouth with each kiss. When he finally pulls away a trail of saliva follows. His glasses are slightly foggy. a little out of breath. He chuckles with one hand, slipping off his glasses putting them on the nightstand. He removes his fingers from you to unbuckle his belt to take off his pants. His eyes have not left you while he fiddles with his belt. Sliding off his boxers, his familiar aching cock springs free. He was only just kissing and playing with you, but his cock was already red and drooling. Jacq wanted to be inside you just as much as you wanted him."Fuck, Your so hot." He murmurs as he plays with his cock with the fingers he touched you with, hand sliding up and down as he moves it towards your entrance. You watch in anticipation that the tip kisses your hole before it starts to spear you open. Even though you've taken him before, his big size was still a tight squeeze for you. Jacq knows you always have struggled, so he goes slower, murmuring praises as he slides further inside, filling you completely.

"that's it, you can take it; I know you can."

He's addicted to how you looked underneath him. Your eyes fluttered closed at how full he made you, whimpering at his sheer size yet wiggling your hips, trying to feel more.

"I've never seen you like this; it's so cute. I think I should be dominant more often."

His fingers caress your face as he leans down to kiss you more, letting you adjust before he slowly begins to roll his hips.

"mmh…ah, Baby, you're always so tight- so good!" Feeling your walls grip around him, already milking his cock as Jacq worked his big dick in and out of you.

It didn't take long for the pain to subside in place of pure pleasure; the sound of your boyfriend's heavy breaths and whimpers only added to the tightening in your core. "Hard, Jacq, please." You moan; the way his name rolls off your tongue never fails to turn him on so fucking much. "te sientes tan bien que me estoy perdiendo."Jacq's voice shakes, burying his head into your shoulder, holding your legs down, almost folding you in half as he pounds into you. His balls, thick and heavy, slapped against your ass with each hard thrust, his cock drilling you so deep you swear you could feel it in your stomach.

Something you did not expect was Jacq becoming drunk on your tight hole, his grip on you tightening, holding you down even as you try to squirm. His nails dig into your thighs, eager to keep you in place, using you as a living fleshlight rutting into you like a wild animal. He was already close, but he needed to make you cum. He wanted to feel you.

He rolled his tongue over your earlobe, whispering, "Por favor, ven por mí. Lo necesito, necesito sentirlo."

Jacq feeling you clench around him as you cum fucks you through your orgasm, trying to chase his own. "I love you! ¡Me estoy acabando! ¡Te voy a dar todo!"

This has led to these students coming up with theories about you two. A lot of speculations arise, questions going on whether you two were even interested in men. Regardless, there are those that compare the way you two are to Hassel and Brassius, which only spawns in more discussions on your guys’ relationship.

Of course, students being students, they attempt to ask in what they believe are subtle ways. Anytime Jacq asks if anyone has any questions, he’s surprised to see the amount of hands going on when he’s been accustomed to them being more prepared to leave over anything else.

There are no words to describe the shock that washed over him when the question pertained to you and whether he likes you. Of course, he’s chuckling lightly while he runs his fingers through his already messy hair as he struggles to come up with a response. 

No, he’s not surprised that his students managed to pick up on his growing feelings. They’re a smart bunch and very observant. Maybe a bit too observant for their own good.

He’ll try to direct the conversation back to the topic on hand though he does mention that he likes you very much, in a platonic sense (not that any of his students believe that part) and considers you to be a brilliant instructor.

The rumors only grow faster once that happened.

If you thought it was only your students attempting to meddle however they can then you’d be very mistaken. The other faculty start to get involved as well in their own ways.

Salvatore offers cute phrases in other languages to say, and Saguaro talks a lot about how you and Jacq should go out on a picnic and the many sandwiches you could make together. 

Once you both start dating, it’s as if everyone in the academy can tell. Many of the students are happy to see two of their favorite instructors with each other, especially when they caught on that they were crushing beforehand. The other faculty members tease you both for doing the slightest bit of affection in the lounge room.

Every time you head into the lounge room, you always have a second drink just for Jacq. And each time, he will thank you by pressing a gentle kiss to your temple.

There are moments where he feels so tired but one glance at you gives him the motivation to get through the rest of the day. He greatly appreciates that you’re able to sense when his internal battery is dwindling down and welcomes the cuddles that you initiate with him. Expect to have plenty of dates that involve napping together.

You’re the one to make sure that he doesn’t drown himself in his research. Jacq has the tendency to lose track of time, unless he has something scheduled with you, so you’re often the one that your other colleagues ask to go find him to pull him out of his work.

Anytime he discovers something new, you’re the first person he turns to. You always listen to him attentively. He does the same in return whenever you get in a rambling mood, especially when you’re caring for your or his Pokemon and talk about some fun facts about little quirks or things that the Pokemon like. 

Whenever he catches you battling for any reason, whether you’re helping him with his research or you’re both simply out and about, he’s always in awe at your strength.