#nigsdoom

well hello there, first request!! thanks for telling me about the guidelines button. I know nothing about mobile tumblr so I just put a visible link to it like this. I hope this helps?!?!?! if not, please tell me!!. also, you didn’t really need to know this but I had the leg song looping in my head while I was writing this.

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cynthia

she would be in absolute awe. 

probably lifted you up and spun you around ten times after processing the information, she’s just so excited!!

cynthia knew deep in her heart that her S/O had the potential to do anything they wanted but she was still so shocked!!

“and I thought that S/O couldn’t get any better than this…”

she would (politely) demand you to show her all these legendaries and she’d take a good look at all of them, seeing as she’s so into pokemon mythology. 

would totally pet all of them and connect with them instantly, to your amusement. 

cynthia’s the type of person to flaunt her S/O everywhere she goes but she’d probably only tell her grandma and professor rowan about your legendary children. 

obviously she’s still so proud of you and would tell the whole world but that’d make you a target for thieves, one thing she doesn’t want. 

now, if she ever wants information on a legendary pokemon, she can just ask you or drop by to visit them. how convenient!!

lance

like cynthia, lance would be super impressed with you but he knew that you could do it anyway. 

he’s excited and will scoop you up into a big hug, quietly whispering compliments into your hair. 

“S/O, you’re so amazing… you really are as powerful as I thought.”

it’d be a while before he actually got to see the pokemon though, as he’s laying the compliments really thick. 

once he got to see them all, he’d approach each one and spend at least ten minutes getting to know them. 

he’d spend a little more time with the dragon types, for obvious reasons. 

after a little bonding time, he’d probably challenge you to a battle to see how strong of a combination you are with your legendaries. 

 it’d end with you barely triumphing over him, only winning by a lucky shot thanks to xerneas. 

when he’s got a free day from his champion work, he’ll come over to bond with the legendaries and unknowingly spends about three hours straight just petting your big pokemon

guzma

“what?! you’ve gotta be kiddin’ me!” 

he would be in utter disbelief, was this another one of your grandiose jokes? 

even if you told him ‘yes’ one million times, he’d still be in denial and would have to go and look for himself. 

while guzma’s walking over to look at your legendaries, he’s probably yapping about how ‘this better not be some sick prank, S/O!’ and stops mid-sentence when he sees your big legendary Pokemon children. 

 his jaw will literally drop the second he sees them in their glory. 

it’ll take him a minute for him to process but eventually, he’ll come to his senses (sort of) and slowly envelope you in a hug. 

“I can’t believe it… how’d ya get all of these?” would be his soft, whispered response. 

guzma probably won’t let go of you for a while but once he does, he’ll slowly walk up to some of them to pet them and try having a conversation with them. 

he’s probably giving reshiram a good head rub while three other pokemon are glaring at him for a pet. he’s become a Legendary Master™

I had this big thing written out but then I trashed that and decided to do headcannons instead, because it was more appropriate..

first meeting: “ah! i am so, so, so sorry!!”

it started at the Cold Brew Cafe. you were supposed to have an interview today, donning a crisp white shirt and a black tie – the whole deal! yet while waiting for your order, a clutzy barista just happened to trip, spilling the contents of a vanilla bean frappuccino all over your shirt. well… so much for that interview.

“I… I can fix this…!” she proclaimed. while you were left soaking in a frappucino-drenched shirt, the barista began to vigorously clean the counter. she wiped and she scrubbed down, then came to you with a few napkins. “here you go,” she said, taking one herself. she began to awkwardly dab the stain on your shirt, to which you held up a hand, signaling her to stop.

the barista bit her lip, murmuring another apology. she seemed sincere enough, but… goodness, how could one person be this clumsy!?

first date: that interview never happened. you didn’t have anything to throw over the stain, nor could you return home to change shirts. you decided to just not show up. thus, a few days after the incident, you once again found yourself at the Cold Brew Cafe, searching for job openings on your laptop. 

it was a bright day, and unfortunately, you had come in the afternoon. it’d been two hours and the sun wouldn’t budge from casting an annoying blind spot on your laptop. suddenly, though, that blind spot disappeared.

“h-hi again.” you looked up, and there was that barista from before, standing in front of you. in her one hand was a cup of your usual drink and in her other, a bagged bakery item. “I just wanted to say that I’m sorry… when I saw you come in again, I froze! I thought you had come to make a complaint to the manager! I-I know that’s illogical considering you could’ve told him when it happened but–…” her voice trailed off. “I saw that you were looking for jobs and… I remembered how nicely you were dressed that day. I didn’t cost you an interview… did I?”

you nodded.

“oh no!! I’m so sorry! I brought these to make up for it. I know it doesn’t really help but please take them!” she thrust the bag and the cup to you. “but… there’s something else I want to help you with. we’re currently short on staff. I have my lunch break soon, and… if you want, I can help you with our application…? my father owns this place.”

you didn’t want to take her offer. she was cute, but… ugh, it would have been frustrating. but, with no other option, you took the barista’s offer. she seemed delighted that she could make correct her mistakes! and, once she took off her apron and brought back a sandwich for lunch, she plopped down beside you and introduced herself: Felicia. for as clumsy as Felicia was, she did make up for it in her kindness. she seemed determined to help you, and once the application was submitted, she looked at you with a wide grin on her face. “you’ll do great, I promise!” and taking your hand, she gave it a light squeeze.

first kiss: you got the job! when you found out, you were searching your emails at the – you guessed it – Cold Brew Cafe. the manager, Felicia’s father, simply approached you and, after evaluating your application and interview answers, decided you were the perfect fit for the cafe! you were stunned! you didn’t know what to say, only managing to murmur a quiet “thank you, sir” as he shook your hand. 

once he left, you looked at Felicia, who was working behind the counter. the wide eyes and bright smile suggested that she had heard everything. she ran from behind the counter, running into your arms as you both laughed and cheered over the good news. the moment Felicia pulled away, however, you brought her back in with a kiss.

oh. oops!

it wasn’t unwelcomed. since Felicia had helped you with your application, you had found yourself visiting the cafe more frequently. she would join you on her lunch breaks, maybe talk to you in between customers. still, you could practically feel the heat from her face! she didn’t pull away, though. no, once she realized the gravity of the situation, she slowly melted, placing her hands behind your neck to pull you closer.

first time: after that, you officially started dating. Felicia found herself at your place, sitting between your legs with a controller in her hands. since you had taken interest in her life – most of which involved coffee and serving others – she wanted to learn more about you. thus, there she sat, trying to grasp the controls for Mortal Kombat.

just like in real life, her movements in the game were clunky and stuttered, as if she had two right feet. you laughed as she played, your head atop her shoulder, arms wrapped around her waist. but eventually, watching her got boring, and you got curious. so, you slid your hands under the fabric of her shit.

“[N-Name]!” Felicia cried. you had her full attention. you asked if she wanted you to stop. “n-no… please… keep going.”

and so, you did.

nah u cool!!! for that, i mean that u can send in rq’s w a halloween theme, ex “[whatever fe or pokemon character(s)] go to a haunted house together” stuff like that!!