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sataara · 4 months

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Window Shopping

Small holiday fic of Ingo and reader walking around the city together, it's short and just plain fluff! I wrote it on request of my good friend Snowy and inspired by this art from twitter!

You can read it on Ao3 too, hope you enjoy and happy holidays!

The warm cup of coffee you held, helped keeping the chill away. Not that you minded much, the cold being much more welcome than the searing heat of summer. As you sat on a bench, just outside the station, you hoped he didn't take too long to finish up for the day, while you held your own drink, his was resting next to you, on a cup holder, the rising steam gave you hope that the warmth would hold until he showed up.

With so many people transiting to and from the station, you didn't notice him until a shadow stopped in front of you.

“I hope you didn't have to wait here for too long, my dear.” You looked up at his warm expression, your own following along with the contagious mood.

“Not at all, love, I've only been here for twenty minutes or something. You're right on schedule as always.” Your smile grew just that bit more at using his own turn of phrase on him, Ingo rolled his eyes fondly.

“A train should always arrive at the station on time to not inconvenience any passengers. Or maybe I just missed you after these busy few days.” He picked up his drink, sitting down where it had been and letting you lean your head on his shoulder. His free arm snaked behind you to pull you closer, hand resting on your waist.

“I missed you too. How did work go?”

After Ingo finished telling you of his and Emmet’s latest battle against Nate and Rosa, you decided to walk, restless after sitting for such a long time in the cold, despite how comfortable you were against your partner.

As you walked, you decided to link an arm with Ingo, wanting to stay close even while moving.

“Do not try and lie to me, I know you're just trying to steal all my warmth.” Ingo said with a playful tone.

“Well, that's just a bonus.”

“I think it's the main goal.”

“How dare you insinuate I'm nothing more than an opportunist.” Your tone exaggerated, a hand falling to your chest dramatically.

“I would do no such thing. It's not an insinuation, it's a statement.”

You gasped with fake offense, making you both unable to contain the giggles bubbling up in your chests.

“Oh, look, Ingo! Isn't that model from the Orient Express?”

Your attention was taken by a store front, the lights shining just right on a few products for people to react just as you did. The decoration around the display also reminding you that Delibird Day was getting close, you already had an idea for Ingo’s present, but you wanted something nice for his brother too. After all, you became good friends since you started seeing Ingo frequently. Not that everyone would know that, since you showed your love by calling each other names.

“Yes, that is, but we have a better model at home, more faithful to the original and with better quality.” You loved hearing the pride in Ingo's voice.

You leaned closer to the glass using his arm as support, so you could get a better look, seeing the almost janky way the locomotive moved on the tracks and many other little flaws, that you only recognized thanks to the many times you were shown the twins’ beloved collection.

“I wanted to give Emmet something nice for Delibird day, I have no idea what, though.” You said with sincerity, eyes still on the objects in display, seeing a chess set with knight like pokemon inspired pieces, the pawniard pawns not very well made, much like the model train.

“Do you have any ideas?”

“I feel like everyone that doesn't know you two well just go for train themed presents, easier to get right. I wanted something different, I guess.” You right your posture and go back to walking, Ingo seamlessly moving with you.

The next store is a clothing one but nothing close to your or Ingo’s style, so you glance at it but keep walking.

“Hm, I think it's a nice gesture already, to not go for the obvious, but you need a starting point.”

“I know, I know. Emmet likes gaming too, so I gave his wishlist a look, but after nothing seemed to pop out I thought that maybe a physical present would be nicer.”

You went to take a sip of your drink but when nothing came out you noticed you'd finished while you were talking, your mind so focused on your conundrum that you didn't even realize you were taking sips every pause or so. Ingo brought you back to Earth by taking the empty cup from your hand and throwing it on the nearest trash can, seemingly having done so with his own just before.

“You're thinking plushie? That's always a nice gift.”

“For me, maybe, but all your plushies end up with either Galvantula or Haxorus, I want to give him a gift, not his pokemon.”

“Well, that may be true but at least it means I don't have to share my bed with ten million squishy creatures.”

“I don't understand the issue, they are cuddly and soft!”

“I know that perfectly well when I wake up holding a huge fake dratini, instead of my beloved partner.”

“Don't be a baby, anyone would be lucky to wake up with Catarina in their arms.”

Ingo huffs in amusement, the smile on your face betraying your own statements of annoyance.

“But back to the topic, maybe something pratical then?” Ingo said as you stopped again, this time in front of a bakery, eyes skimming the baked goods with interest.

“What, you want me to give him socks? Extra ten identical dress shirts like the ones you guys use to work?”

“Sure, give him those fuzzy joltik socks we saw the other day.”

“I can give the socks plus something else. Would be a shame compared to yours.”

“Oh?” Interest clear in Ingo's tone. “And what would that be?”

“It's a surprise, I'm not telling you.” You gave him a conspiring smile.

“Hmph, now you just made me more curious.”

You laughed and said nothing as you gave up on the bakery, not feeling particularly hungry. The next store had tacky shirts and mugs on display, one of them making you snort as you read “Of course I love double battles, I'm bisexual”. You pointed it out to Ingo who took a second looking it over before barking out a laugh, getting some eyes on you for a few seconds before people quickly moved on with their business.

Something else caught your attention, a t-shirt with Pier’s logo hung next to others of similarly known artists.

“Hey Ingo, does Emmet have any Piers merch?” You squeezed his arm to make sure he was listening, a plan already forming in your mind.

“He has a simple t-shirt and an autographed poster, but I think that's it.” It sounded like Ingo was following your train of thought.

“What if I called Piers to meet up here after Delibird day? And maybe sending a signed official tour shirt too, if he still has one somewhere?”

“Sometimes I forget that you have some weird connections.” Your eyes met, you recognized the bewilderment in his face.

“Crazy shit always happens to me. And we send each other cute pokemon videos every now and then, his zigzagoons are adorable.”

Ingo shook his head, amused. He looked back at the bakery and pulled you along, but instead of walking inside, he stopped by the wall just at the end of the shop’s window, resting his back against it and pulling you in an embrace, arms around your neck. You snuggled closer as if it was second nature, your own arms around his waist, letting your head fall on his chest.

“I thought you wanted to get a few pastries.”

“I do… But it can wait a few moments, can't it? I… Missed you more than I can put into words, I missed your arms around me, your touch, your voice close instead of over a speaker.” He let out a sigh, resting his cheek on the top of your head. “You were not here, we could talk but not actually see each other, something was missing in the apartment, your music while you moved around the kitchen, your excited talks about the things you love…” He took another deep breath and brought you just a little bit closer. “I don't mean to be sappy, I'm sorry.”

“Never apologize for this.” Your voice was muffled by his shirt, you had to hide your face while he talked, embarrassed by how much those sweet words affected you. “You are extremely sweet and that's one of the many reasons why I love you so much. Don't apologize.”

Ingo's grumbling stomach interrupted the sweet moment, making you both chuckle.

“You did just come back from work, we should go inside and get something to eat.”

“I know but this is so nice, can't we stay here just a little bit longer?.”

“I do not want you passing out on me.” You pulled a bit back just to stare him down and poke at his chest in accusation.

“Dragons, why can't you just let me starve so I can hug you for a little bit longer?” He said dramatically, moving one of his arms to rest a hand on your chin, thumb caressing you softly.

You leaned into it with a laugh, meeting his eyes and resting your own hand over his.

“You're lucky that I love you.”

“I am.”

Your comment was meant to be playful but Ingo's reply made you soft. You moved closer and he did the same, lips meeting sweetly in the middle. For a few more moments you lost yourselves to the kiss, to the feeling of being close, to the warmth shared. Although it didn't last long, his stomach once again reminding you that he had not eaten in a while. You separated, smiling and giggling at each other. Your arm found his and once again you walked close, this time entering the shop while joking and poking fun at each other, your smile was a constant for the rest of the night.

#submas #submas x reader #subway boss ingo #ingo x reader #subway boss ingo x reader #my writing #was in a fluffy mood 💕

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harveyb-wabbit92 · 1 year

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E-S/o: What’s another creepy fact you know? I’ll start...

E-S/o: Zorua syndrome is a psychological disorder where a parent believes their child has been replaced with a Zorua. it was very prominent in Sinnoh’s Hisuian period and unfortunately a lot children lost their lives from failed attempts to prove they were actually a Zorua in disguise.

I-S/o: If you get burnt by a Houndoom’s flames, it’ll continue to burn you for the rest of your life.

Ingo: Phantumps are believed to be the souls of dead children who got lost in the woods.

Emmet: Salamance and Infernape have been known to attack or even accidentally kill their trainers while in a battle rage.

Skyla: Gorebyss are predators that will stalk and corner their victims then use their needle-like mouths to suck out their innards; leaving nothing but an empty husk behind.

Grimsley: The mask of a Yamask is actually their true face.

Elesa, again checks her phone to verify these facts: I really, really. Don’t like this game!

#pokemon incorrect quotes #pokemon black and white #nimbasa trio #submas #submas x reader #subway boss ingo x reader #subway boss emmet x reader #subway boss ingo #subway boss emmet #gym leader elesa #gym leader skyla #elite four grimsley #tw: death mention

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onestepbackwards · 1 year

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Our Angel Pt. 2

Hello! Here’s part 2 of my Greaser Submas x reader series!

I hope you enjoy!

Summary: Emmet wakes up, and you are quite relieved. Though the man you saved seems insistent on calling you Angel, even when he was more clear of mind than when you found him. Meanwhile, Emmet fears Ingo’s reaction for when he gets home…

CW: Minor injury mention and description, mentions of getting jumped.

Word Count: 4386 Words!

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Everything hurt.

That was the first thing that ran through Emmet’s head as he began to wake up.

His muscles throbbed, his head ached, even his ribs seemed to scream in agony with every breath he took.

What had happened?

With a groan, he forced his eyes to open. At the sound of his voice, he felt a weight on his chest shift.

He blinked, and as his eyes adjusted to the dimly lit room, he noticed his Galvantula worryingly clicking at him on his chest.

“Hey girl…” he rasped out, and shakily reached up to pet her. He winced as his muscles resisted him, but he still gently put a hand on her head, scritching her fur. She happily leaned into the touch, clicking contently.

“What happened…?” He asked, his mind struggling to catch up.

As he pet his beloved pokemon, his eyes caught his arm, noticing it was bare.

A hand flew to his chest, and he gasped when it landed on a bandaged wound.

“What…?”

Suddenly it hit him.

The alleys. The ambush. He was attacked, his Pokemon barely able to escape her ball after he was taken to the ground, injured-

He had been attacked by some sort of rival gang. His head was still foggy on the details. Which gang had attacked him? He struggled to remember…

No matter, it was one of the ones he had pissed off, no doubt. He could narrow it down later.

First he had to figure out what happened to after he had been jumped.

All he really remembered was the surprise, and the pain, before throwing his own fists.

Even if he was taken by surprise, he knows he landed some crucial blows. It was one of the reasons when his pokemon escaped her ball to help, they turned tail and ran.

But after that… he couldn’t move, it hurt too much.

However… a voice. A voice, and a face.

A beautiful face.

Quickly, he sat up, and immediately regretted it, hissing in pain, and gripping his side.

Breathing deep to ground himself, he looked around, and his face scrunched up in minor confusion.

The room was dimly lit, and he was barely able to make out a shower curtain.

“A tub…?”

He was in a bathtub? A bathroom?

He had several blankets and pillows in the tub, so he wasn’t left abandoned. His wounds were also seemingly wrapped and patched up.

Another memory came back to him. Arriving at a house…

And then you.

He remembered. Just barely, but you.

His guardian angel.

You found him, and took him back here, and apparently patched him up.

…And he fell into your tub.

But oh, you were so worried. Worried about him! A stranger!

Yes, Emmet thought. You were his guardian angel. You had to be.

No one had ever helped him before like this, besides his family and gang. You were a complete stranger.

In fact, you had to know he was a greaser, or a gang member of some sort. The jacket was a dead giveaway.

Most people would have left him there, like trash. ‘It’s what you get as a troublemaker,’ they’d say.

They’d have no desire to get dragged into whatever messy conflict he was no doubt a part of.

But you did.

You helped him, regardless of the consequences. He could be dangerous, for all you knew, and you still helped him.

…Well, he was dangerous, but not to random innocent strangers.

But you wouldn’t have known that, yet you still took that risk, out of the kindness of your heart.

He didn’t even remember your name, but he did know one thing.

Emmet was already in love with you. He had to make you his.

Goal set in mind, he slowly began to make his way out of the bathtub you had placed him in.

His heart pounded in his chest as blankets fell off him. Even in the tub, you at least wanted him to be comfortable, when you easily could have left him there with nothing, or just a pillow.

You were a stranger, but you were so caring to him. So considerate.

His angel was perfect, he could already tell.

He had to thank you. Had to find a way to properly thank you and make it up to you.

If you had not found him, he very well could have died. He owed you his life. He’d give you anything you’d ask for.

Carefully, Emmet pulled himself out of the tub, his Galvantula skittering on the floor next to him.

The bathroom wasn’t too big, but perfect for a single person.

Another thing he noticed was a night light plugged into the wall, and next to it on the counter, a sticky note with a bottle next to it. His eyes took a moment to adjust, but after a few seconds, he was able to make it out in the dim light.

‘Here are some pain meds for you when you wake up! And some water too!’

In an instant, his face melted into a dopey smile, and he held the sticky note close.

You cared so much for him! A stranger! Even making sure to give him painkillers for when he wakes up!

Oh, you were a keeper.

He carefully folds the note, and places it into his pocket, as if it were a treasure.

Then he grabbed the bottle of meds, and grabbed a few. He quickly took them, and swallowed them with the help of the bottle of water nearby.

Though he didn’t realize how thirsty he was… by the time he finished, he had drunk the whole bottle. His mouth had been so dry…

Emmet then got a glimpse of himself in the mirror, and winced.

He looked like he crawled right out of hell. He should count his lucky stars he probably* didn’t break anything.

No wonder he felt like shit though.

The greaser no doubt would have to cash in some favors to help finish patching you what you couldn’t finish.

That was fine though. You did a pretty decent job for a patch up in a bathroom.

Another reason he liked you. You did well with what you had.

If only he hadn’t been so out of it when you patched him up… Emmet could imagine flirting with you while you took care of his minor injuries, scolding him to be more careful.

He let out a dreamy sigh, and turned to the door, which was cracked open.

Quietly, he peeked through, and saw you at a desk, doing some sort of work.

You were just as gorgeous as he remembered.

Even though you seemed distracted, you were so beautiful. You took his breath away.

How did he get so lucky? A terror like him?

Slowly, he pulled the door open, and your head shot in his direction. He wasn’t prepared for the relieved look you gave him.

“Oh thank the stars you’re okay! I was beginning to worry!”

His heart was melting.

You looked over him, all while he gave you a love sick smile. His angel really was perfect.

“How are the wounds? Are you feeling okay?” You asked, trying not to sound frantic.

“I am Emmet, and I am fine, all thanks to you, Angel.”

The nickname slides off his tongue easily, and he enjoys how flustered you get from the nickname. Your face goes red, and you seem a bit taken off guard.

“Ah, you still remember that name I see.”

He held back from laughing.

“Of course! How could I forget my guardian angel?”

You shook your head, and waved your hands in front of you.

“N-No! I’m not-“

Emmet gently reached forward, and grabbed your chin, causing you to stop before you could really speak. He gave you a sweet smile.

“You saved my life. To me, you are my angel.”

Your face turned redder than a berry.

It was cute.

“I…”

He then ran his thumb over your lips, and you found yourself frozen.

His eyes really were beautiful.

“You still must have hit your head too hard…” you mumble, eyes looking away. Emmet felt his smile turn into a smirk.

“Say what you want. You are still my angel.”

He was awfully insistent, wasn't he?

The greaser began to lean in, keeping eye contact with you. You were mesmerized at first, though once your mind caught up, you lightly flinched back.

Emmet pouted, but stepped back. He wouldn’t force you to do anything you were uncomfortable with.

There would be plenty of time to try and woo you in the future, too.

You awkwardly cleared your throat, and walked to the closet behind you across the room. Pulling it open, you dug through it for a few moments, before letting out a cute ‘aha!’

Stepping back, you turned around, and pulled out his jacket and shirt, both clean, and surprisingly free of stains.

You shuffled over, and Emmet could only watch in wonder as you handed him his clothes.

“I had these cleaned for you. I’m sorry about the shirt though, the tears were too big to stitch together…” you said apologetically as he took the clothes.

But he barely heard you, in awe of the fact you cleaned his stuff for him. His jacket hadn’t been this* clean in months!

“This is amazing, Angel!”

You blinked.

“Huh?”

Confusion was written on your face, clear you didn’t get what he meant.

“You did a verrry amazing job, yup!” He praised, and quickly pulled you into a hug, causing you to squeak.

Hearing that, Emmet quickly let you go, a bashful smile on his face.

“Thank you, Angel. I appreciate this.” He spoke, softly thanking you.

You were blushing again.

“I-It was no issue! I’m just glad I could help.”

Quickly, Emmet threw the shirt over his head, and slipped his jacket on after.

It smelled like you. It took all his will power not to do something weird, like sniff his jacket in front of you.

There would be plenty of time for that later when he got home-

Emmet’s eyes widened.

Home. Ingo.

Quickly, Emmet patted down his pockets, and found his phone in his back one in his pants.

Pulling it out and turning it on, Emmet winced, and ran a hand through his hair.

37 missed calls, and 62 unread messages.

Oh, the assholes who jumped him may not have killed him, but Ingo was totally going to instead.

“Angel?” He asked, his voice quiet.

You had been quiet, watching him up until this point.

“Yes?”

“How long have I been asleep?” He asked, nerves creeping up his throat as he scrolled through the massive wall of notifications.

Thinking for a moment, you answered.

“Almost two days since we got here?” You answered, a bit unsure.

Emmet held back from cursing. No wonder Ingo was freaking out.

Emmet may be the reckless one, but he always told Ingo he was okay if his twin started to worry, even if they were fighting.

Yup! He was so dead when he got home later.

…That also explained why he was so hungry and thirsty.

“Um… are you okay?” You asked quietly, a cute worried look on your face. Emmet quickly smiled. He didn’t need you worrying about him.

“Nothing for you to worry your cute head over.” He assured you, putting a hand on your head and rubbing it affectionately. Before you could pull away, he pulled his hand back.

“I should go. I need to get home.” He spoke, and slipped his phone into his pocket, and began walking to your door.

As his hand wrapped around the knob, he almost jumped when your hands tightly gripped his arm.

His Galvantula, who had scuttled into the room, clicked curiously.

“Wait, you- you can’t go that way.” You spoke, your tone suddenly harsh and serious. Emmet was surprised by the change.

You seemed so meek and soft spoken, but now? You looked almost afraid.

His posture changed. What was frightening you?

“…Why?”

Your eyes flickered to the door, and the room was silent. Silent for everything except the sound of a tv downstairs, and the sound of footsteps somewhere else in the house.

Eyes glancing back at him, he felt the urge to hold you close. You were worried. Anxious. Scared…. About something.

“My… My parents don’t know you’re here…” you answered quietly.

Ah.

He felt a little bit of pride swell in his chest. Not only did you save his life and bring him here, but hid him from your parents? You may look soft and meek, but you were something else. There was definitely more to you than meets the eye.

A perfect angel for him, indeed.

You shook your head.

“If they… if they find out I snuck you here and didn’t tell them, especially a greaser… not to mention a boy… They’ll kill you, have you arrested.” You explained.

Emmet nearly flinched. Arrested? When you snuck him in? Healed his wounds? Someone who was injured?

He was beginning to get a feeling your parents were way more than just your typical ‘overprotective’ type.

That seemed extreme.

“And… they… they won’t… they won’t forgive me… I’ll never get to leave…” you spoke softly, looking away from him, your grip on his jacket loosening.

Oh. He was not liking what that implied.

Gently, you let go of his arm.

“Um… it’s evening. If you are willing to wait, we can sneak you out in the dead of night, when everyone is asleep. I can sneak you some food-“ you nervously offered, though went silent when Emmet held up a hand.

“I cannot stay. It’s important I get home.” He told you. If he kept Ingo waiting any longer, he knew he’d be in for it. Especially if his brother found out he decided to stay at his savior’s house after waking up.

He’d probably think Emmet was stabbing him in the back for a piece of ass. That was not true.

You were more than that. So much more. He’d want nothing more than to stay longer, but he couldn’t.

Emmet cared for his brother, and didn't want him worrying any more than he was.

He could call, but his phone was low on battery. It’d probably die mid explanation, worrying Ingo more.

Emmet also didn’t want you to see Ingo yell at him. You’d be able to hear everything, even if Ingo wasn’t on speaker.

This was all personal, no need to have you worry about him more.

It would also be easier to explain if he was in person, so Ingo could see his injuries, and not think he was making shit up.

Plus, he didn’t want you getting the wrong impression of his twin brother.

Ingo may be loud, scary, and intimidating at first glance, but he was just a big softie. A big softie who cared a lot about family, and got worried about him verrry easily.

Not a surprise with how much trouble Emmet constantly found himself in. Even though his twin was no saint either, Emmet was more well known to find trouble.

Emme glanced around your room for a moment, and saw your window near the opposite wall.

“What about that window? I’ll crawl through it.” He said, gesturing to said window with a tilt of his head.

You shook your head in response.

“We’re on the second story. I don’t want you jumping with those injuries.” You said, your concern evident on your face.

He may have said he felt fine, but how could you be so sure? Especially since you saw the wounds first hand.

Emmet reached out, and cupped your face.

“Silly Angel, who said anything about jumping?” He asked, giving you a wink.

“…Huh?”

A few moments later, he had successfully pried your window open, and his Galvantula hopped onto the window still with a happy click.

“Um…”

“Don’t sweat it, Angel! Galvantula is stronger than she looks. She’ll lower me down with some webbing, and crawl down the wall after me.”

You weren’t too sure about this, but you were no expert on pokemon. Were you really one to argue with a guy who had them presumably his whole life?

“Will… Will you be okay?” You asked a bit more quietly this time, still worried for the strange greaser. He was still injured, and you didn’t want him hurting himself even further scaling a wall.

He gave you a dazzling smile, and started to climb through the window.

“I am Emmet, and I will be fine! I have done worse with worse injuries!”

Somehow that both did and did not reassure you. Just how often did he get hurt for this to not be a problem?

Carefully, his Galvantula began to weave a string of webbing, and Emmet grabbed it with ease.

Slowly, he began to walk down the side of your wall, his pokemon producing enough webbing to act as a rope as he moved.

You were kinda impressed and amazed. Pokemon were so incredible!

Eventually, he reached the ground, and dropped the remaining way, wincing as he did so.

His pokemon rolled her web back up, and… ate it? You weren’t sure, but you assumed it was saving it for later.

The Galvantula turned to you, and waved its tiny… arms? It waved at you, looking at you expectantly.

Curiously, your hand carefully reached over, and hesitantly landed in the spider’s head. The pokemon let out a happy set of clicks, leaning into the pet.

It was kinda cute.

You let go after a moment, and with another set of clicks, the pokemon turned around, and began to crawl down the side of the wall.

When she reached the bottom, she jumped onto her owner’s shoulders.

Leaning out of your window, you looked down at the strange, smiling man.

“Bye, Angel! I’ll see you again soon!”

You weren’t so sure about that. Chances of you bumping into him again were pretty slim.

Though it was nice to think about. He was a little odd, and you think* he was flirting with you, but he seemed fairly kind despite it all.

With a final wave, he turned around, and marched off down your street. You were kinda surprised. He walked as if he had no injuries.

If you hadn’t seen his injuries yourself, you would’ve never guessed he was injured in the first place from behind.

You couldn’t help but watch him walk away, watching until he was finally out of your sight.

With a deep sigh, you leaned back into your bedroom, and shut the window.

He had been nice. You hoped you would see him again, but you knew it probably wouldn’t happen.

At least you’d have a fun story to tell in the future, once you were finally free from your parent’s iron grasp over your life.

It was a fun adventure while it lasted. You were happy you were able to help.

Quietly, you walked back over to your desk, and returned to your notes.

Back to studying for you.

Emmet walked with a spring in his step, ignoring how his wounds screamed in pain at him for doing so.

He just couldn’t help it! Despite the beating he had, he couldn’t hide his happiness.

Getting ambushed had been a blessing in disguise! If he hadn’t gotten jumped in that alley, he never would have met you! His own angel!

Even Galvantula liked you! She didn’t like anyone* but himself and his family!

He knew you had to be the one, especially if his pokemon liked you. She didn’t even like his past partners! But she likes you!

It was impossible to tear the grin from his face. Even as his stomach ached, and body hurt, he was too happy to care.

It took a bit of a walk to make it back to his home, but he persevered. His spirits were too high to let a long walk deter him.

Though when he was actually in front of his home he shared with his brother, he couldn’t help but feel his mood falter just a little. No doubt Ingo was waiting inside to throttle him.

Emmet took a deep breath before pushing open the house.

Immediately he heard some dishes clank from the kitchen, as if they were being dropped, and footsteps running in his direction.

Ingo quickly spun around the corner, gripping it with a hand to steady himself.

He took Emmet in, noticing the very painful looking black eye, and bruises on his face.

Slowly, Ingo walked over to Emmet, his voice dangerously low and even.

“What. Happened.” He asked, his steely gray eyes trained on Emmet.

Emmet sighed.

“I was jumped in an alley by 5th street and main. Around 5 of ‘em waiting for me behind dumpsters and a corner.”

Ingo straightened up, nodding at his brother.

“Go on.”

“They took me by surprise, but I managed to get a few good hits in. I was outnumbered though, so I did not last as long as I could have. It was not until Galvantula broke free from her ball that they backed off. I was on the floor at that point. Everything is kind of fuzzy.”

Ingo stepped over, and grabbed Emmet’s face, and began looking him over.

“How did you get patched up? Did you call someone? It sounds like you were out of it if you can’t remember much.”

Ingo’s voice was unnaturally quiet. He was pissed, though Emmet could at least take relief in knowing it wasn’t completely at him.

Emmet’s face went from serious, to lovey-dovey in a second.

“My guardian angel saved me.”

Ingo’s hands dropped to his side.

“Your what?”

Emmet slid his jacket off, and quickly pulled the shirt off of him as well, letting Ingo see the different patched up wounds.

Ingo sucked in a breath, clearly taken aback by the bruises and patched up places.

“My Angel found me in the alley, and took me to their home. Me! A complete stranger! Bleeding out in an alley!”

Ingo looked even more taken aback, a lot of his cold fury replaced by pure confusion.

“A stranger saw you bleeding out in an alley, and * took you to their house? Do you realize just how dangerous-“ Ingo began, only for Emmet to slide past, cutting him off as he walked towards his room.

“They snuck me into their home, and patched me up, all by themselves! Though I passed out for about two days.”

Ingo cut him off this time, using his arm to block him off.

“Wait, wait wait wait- they snuck you into their house, and you slept there for the past few days? That’s it? And you snuck out, I assume?” He asked.

Emmet hummed, and Galvantula clicked.

“Yup yup! Their parents are verrry strict. I don’t like it. They seem… bad, from what little I gathered.”

Ingo pinched the bridge of his nose.

“So, a stranger found you in an alley-“

“Yup!”

“Took you to their house and snuck you inside, presumably while you are still critically injured-“

“Yes!”

“And they patched you up, and you passed out there for several days, and that’s where you have been?”

“Mhm!”

Ingo let out a sigh, and ran a hand down his face.

“And you just woke up, and walked here? Why didn’t you just call me?”

Emmet moved around Ingo, and pushed into his room, tossing his jacket and shirt onto the bed before heading to his closet. He pulled out a first aid kit, and Ingo walked over and took it from him with practiced ease.

Emmet then took out his now dead phone, and showed it to Ingo.

“It was almost dead when I woke up.”

Ingo balled his hand into a fist, before relaxing it.

Emmet would admit, he was surprised by the lack of yelling.

But he supposed finding out Emmet had been critically injured, and unconscious for these past few days made him give some leeway.

Ingo carefully looked over Emmet’s wounds, checking over them. He seemed impressed with how clean they were.

“Who was this person that saved you, anyway?”

Emmet sighed wistfully, and began to describe you, and just how beautiful you were. How kind you were. How you didn’t care he was possibly some trouble maker.

“Even Galvantula likes them! She doesn’t like anyone!”

Ingo listened, slightly surprised with how much Emmet had to say. It was as if his twin couldn’t stop talking about you.

And the comment about his pokemon caught his interest. It was true, their pokemon were fairly picky with who they liked.

Whoever you were, Ingo could tell you were different than any other old flame Ingo or Emmet have ever had. Something that he couldn’t help but be curious about.

As Emmet droned on, Ingo made a mental note to himself.

It seems he would have to pay his brother’s Guardian Angel a visit. You saved his twin’s life.

He had to thank his brother’s savior after all.

Though Ingo couldn't help but be curious over what you were like. Ingo and Emmet had similar tastes in partners, so he couldn’t help but wonder if he would be as lovestruck by you as well. Or was Emmet just lovesick because you saved him?

Regardless, he had other reasons to see you, even if he found he didn’t like you personally.

Ingo owed you. The whole gang owed you. If it was as bad as he thought, there was a good chance Emmet might not have survived the night if his wounds weren’t treated.

It gets cold in Nimbasa City at night this time of year, after all. His wounds probably would have gotten infected, and the cold would have made it worse. His twin could have been too weak to survive that night if you had not found him.

So he had to find a way to properly thank you.

…After he dealt with the assholes who dared to attack his brother, of course.

Ingo was going to have a busy week, it seemed.

He was brought out of his thoughts however, when Emmet let out a cry, causing Ingo to freeze.

“Emmet! What is-“

“I didn’t get their number!”

#pokemon #submas #subway boss ingo #subway boss emmet #submas x reader #ingo x reader #emmet x reader #subway boss ingo x reader #subway boss emmet x reader #greaser au #greaser!emmet #greaser!ingo #greaser!submas #Our Angel #x reader #pokemon x reader #reader insert #zed.writes #long post

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u-ntitled-s-eries · 7 months

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I have an idea that I’d like to develop over this October and share with anyone who’d like to listen.

Chandelure!Ingo x Reader a la “Corpse Bride”.

The core concept is the same as the film; the Reader accidentally binds themselves to a ghostly creature, in this case a Chandelure hybrid of Ingo, and must find a way to undo it. The Pokedex entries include the following lines:

“Being consumed in Chandelure’s flame burns up the spirit, leaving the body behind.”

“The spirits burned up in its ominous flame lose their way and wander this world forever.”

Whether by accident or on purpose, your spirit burns up and separates from your body. Now you have to find a way to fix this but the mortal realm has become warped and twisted beyond recognition, it’s impossible to find the way back. Aside from fellow lost souls and the wild Pokemon, your only other companion is Ingo.

Lonely, hopelessly romantic Ingo who, as far as he knows, believes you intentionally offered yourself to him. Who’s to say he’ll be so quick to send you back? That is if he even knows how to?

There’s also the matter of whether Ingo is a Subway Boss or a Warden. If he’s Subway Boss Ingo, then he’s still in Unova and merely frequents the less populated places to avoid scaring both people and Pokemon.

If he is Warden Ingo…

There could be an extra layer of tragedy where he’s a ghost haunting the Old Chateau in the Eterna Forest, all the way in Sinnoh.

#Pokemon #Subway Boss Ingo #Chandelure #Corpse Bride #Pokemon x Reader #Subway Boss Ingo x Reader #Chandelure!Ingo #SubMas

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jiracheer · 2 years

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submas relationship hcs for blurbs? i thiiiiink baths are very sensual and intimate for ingo and that he seeks chances to run one and bathe his s/o... and he's COMPLETELY thrown off when his s/o does the same for him 🤭

authors note: 🥺 WEHHHH EMI HI!! I DIDNT EXPECT TO SEE U RQ SMTH 😭 IM SO HONORED!! and also. so fuckin touched. my god I had so many things in mind for this I couldn't wait to get home to write it. I hope this is okay!!

rating: pg, and disgustingly sweet

"What's this?"

You watched as Ingo stood just outside the bathroom, hat in hand as he peered into the room where you stood rather bashfully. He looked around for a moment to really soak in what was happening right before him. He felt his heartstrings pull in his chest at the sight. The bathroom he shared with you wasn't big, no, it was fairly small and plain, but you made it feel like some luxurious spa with the tea candles and rose petals littered here and there.

He steel gaze flickered over to where you stood trying to make yourself as small as possible, in your hand you held a towel before finally making your way to him. His breath hitched as you gently coaxed him out of his large coat, pushing it over his shoulders before you'd quietly undress him. There was an obvious blush on your cheeks, as was there one on his own, but it only worsened when you smile brightly up at him and led him to the tub.

"A small thank you for all that you do for me." Your tone is soft, gentle, and hypnotizing as you help him in. Lowering him down so that his back touched the cool porcelain, your hands met the smooth skin of his shoulders. "You put so much love and care into me when you run my baths, I felt like... Well, no. More like you deserve the same treatment."

Ingo felt his chest squeeze at your words and Lord almighty, he nearly wept at the way your hands rubbed against his shoulders to massage the days stress away. Eagerly did he lean into your touch when your fingertips brushed against his chest, and oh did his heart sing when your lips met his temple as you murmured the most loveliest things to him.

He felt like he was the luckiest man in the world, what had he done to deserve you?

It wasn't until you began to massage his scalp and carefully wash his hair that tears sprung into his eyes and he had to hold himself back from breaking into sobs. The amount of love he held for you... It was too much, and he felt like he was going to explode from how he just wanted to proclaim his love for you. Hell, he felt like he could just stick his head out the window right now and tell the entire Unova region just how much he loved you, and how lucky he was to have someone as caring and marvelous as you in his life.

His long fingers wrapped themselves around your wrist and he pulled your hand down to kiss the inside of your palm. His aquiline nose nuzzled your fingers and he simply sat there like that. He didn't pay any mind to how the water was slowly losing it's comforting warmth, or how his fingers were pruning. All he wanted to do at that very moment was to enjoy this gift you have given him, to enjoy you. His greatest gift of all.

#. 🥣 fics #pokemon x reader #pokemon ingo x reader #subway boss ingo x reader #ingo x reader #subway boss ingo #submas

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dqlutqmmobdoi · 1 year

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#theteashop #medical devices #trumpism #lost between worlds #subway boss ingo x reader #neon genesis evangelion #1 serie bmw #prom #the bunny #inkling

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writing-time-bitches · 5 months

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Submas headcanons

-Emmet was nonverbal as a child. He always had a frown on his like a his brother before being told that a smile would make him look more approachable. He doesn’t know when he began smiling. (Though, he certainly didn’t mind being talked to)

-Ingo is self-sacrificing. Its the older brother/mother hen complex he has.

-Ingo, Emmet, Elesa and Skyla were all childhood friends before Skyla moved to a different city. Elesa and Skyla reconnected in their late teenage years, with the twins following shortly after.

-Ingo, as a kid, would often take the blame for Emmet’s mistakes. Like if Emmet accidentally knocked over a glass vase, Ingo would jump to take blame and get punished instead. He doesn’t like to see Emmet ashamed. (So why did he always look that way when they were kids?)

-Ingo has the memory of a goldfish(me fr) and can barely remember what happened the day before while Emmet can recite the gear station train conductor handbook from start to finish, word for word, from heart. (Its over 300 pages)

-Sometimes they swap coats for fun.

-They take over each other’s battle trains from time to time, especially during the gym challenge season in Unova. Its always amusing to see fledgling trainers suddenly start panicking when they see Emmet on the Singles.

-Emmet is scarier than Ingo.

-Ingo is a cat person. Emmet prefers bugs.

-They have an attic full of Joltiks much to their landlord’s dismay. The electrical bill is… very high.

-Emmet does not like conflict! And neither does Ingo, especially when it relates to himself!!

-They LOVE soft fabrics. Almost every piece of cloth they own is made with Silcoon silk. Rough or gritty clothes… sends them over the edge. Including sweaters.

-As a kid, Emmet was heavily dependent on Ingo. And Ingo was stuck to Emmet’s side like he were coated in dipplin syrup. Being nonverbal made it hard to be around people and to keep those people with them.

-Emmet speaks softer and quieter than his brother but can be just as loud. Ingo is just a loudred in human form.

-Their parents didn’t know how to raise autistic twins. Ingo pretty much raised himself and Emmet. (The scars from glass sometimes stung when they looked at happy parents for too long)

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r0-boat · 6 months

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Hello! I hope ur well. I’m abit new to Tumblr and stumbled across ur blog because the Submas content :3.

If you still do requests rn, and something ur comfy with, could I ask for Self Aware AU Ingo discovering his newfound consciousness interacting with reader who play Pokémon Masters? Maybe the reader struggles with self-esteem/depression and Ingo comforts them completely by surprise after a rough day? (Sorry it’s a mouthful to read lol, I appreciate ya!)

-🪴 anon

😭 ingo just wanting to comfort you.

Self aware Ingo x depressed!reader

Hi, just a little reminder before we get started here: if you're ever feeling thoughts of self-esteem or issues with depression, please know that you are loved, and you are beautiful on the inside and out! Make sure you eat a snack and drink some water while reading this.

If this ever made your day even a little bit better, then I did my job, and thank you for reading!

He didn't know when or how he gained consciousness. All he remembered was the first thing he saw when he "woke up" familiar faces in a usual place, the calm music that the Pokemon Center plays every night. Pokemon was standing right next to him, but as his eyes looked forward into what he perceived was a giant portal created by Palkia and Dialga themselves. And a smiling face looking down upon the world he inhabited.

He had thought you were one of Arceus's angels, and this was about a dream, but soon, he had realized that only half was the case.

It all seemed to click who you were. You are not some dead fish-eyed child with a robotic Pikachu like what this world had portrayed you as no far from; instead of that kid with the permanent smile, you always seem to have a tired look on your face with either a small half-smile or a Blank Stare. But to Ingo, he always preferred to you behind the screen. Even when you were no longer watching the world, he could still hear your faint voice going about your day. You seemed more lively and more human than the blank slated avatar they gave you. How could he not be drawn to you even though you seem so sad? Your eyes and your being just seem so full of life that he felt an urge to protect and care for you.

Even though the fake Island had tons of people and, he felt more alone than he ever did, especially when he realized he was the only one different from the rest. He can't help but respond to every little question or reaction in his head, afraid of what you might do if he ever breaks away from the game's script.

But on a particular day that was a rough one for you mentally and physically, when Ingo saw you opening up the app instead of that same expression, your eyes were red from crying. No, you were still crying. His heart sank. If he could, if he could touch you, he would hold you close and Whisper nothing but good things in your ear until you calm down, but he can't do that. He couldn't do anything!! He felt sick with worry as he watched you cry, your lip quivering as you vent to yourself, saying the most horrible things about yourself !! And for a moment, he threw away his worries of the consequences.

" Are you okay?"

A simple three-letter sentence that made you freeze; your heart's practically stopped as you didn't know that you were being watched. It took you a while for your brain to process who the voice was coming from, looking down at your phone to see your favorite character stare back. Huh... Odd you didn't know he had that line before.... and not only that, you didn't remember clicking on him. Usually, characters say their lines after you click on them, yet you don't even touch them. As you were Gathering your thoughts, Ingo spoke again.

" I truly wish I could wipe away those tears, I regretfully can't do much but if it helps tell me about your day and I'll listen."

Ingo speaks again... no text box appears; nothing; he just talked to you, mentioning your crying. In that first moment, you didn't know how you felt. Your favorite character coming to life and talking to you was almost a dream come true, but the thought just seemed so impossible and unrealistic that you doubted the fact that you were awake. And your feelings are already all over the place, having no one to turn to, no one to comfort you, craving that comfort, your heart exploded. You can't stop the tears rolling down your face, even if is just a dream; what a beautiful dream it is.

"I-i don't know." You stuttered you were far too gone to even articulate what you are feeling all your emotions swelling for the past month or two bubbling up into a mess of emotion. You want us to tell him tell him that your day was crap tell him how crappy you looked right now tell him that he can't believe he saw you like this that your first meeting with your favorite character your favorite person in the world was like this red in the face tears falling from your red and puffy eyes.

But Ingo did not seem fazed; he was not disgusted, he was not angry at you. He understood if he was there if he wasn't trapped behind the screen, he would have wished you in his arms and laid his lips on your forehead. He knew how you felt; he listened to your angry ramblings about yourself; he listened to the times people had treated you like you were less than human or misused your kindness, manipulated and used you for their own gain. He wanted to hold you close, make you something you like, and tell you that the word you know about yourself is not true; he wanted to tell you how much you mean to him and how nice and loving you are, how kind and thoughtful and how gorgeous you were. Those people who mistreated you are not good people, and you deserve to be respected, you deserve happiness, and you deserve to be loved.

You deserve to be told that you're beautiful every day, to be made breakfast in bed and kissed at every waking moment. Because that's what he would do for you; that's what his heart ached for him to do.

But he did what he could do which was listen to your broken sobs as you pour your heart out.

" It sounds like you had quite a day... I wish I could do more than just listen and speak to you, but what I can do is tell you what the things you say about yourself is not true... and I wish you could see yourself the way I see you. Could you stay with me for a while? I wish to talk to you, and we start from the beginning, shall we? Now, my dear, please tell me what's bothering you and wipe away those tears. Pretend that it's my fingers swiping across your eyes."

His voice, usually loud and booming, was surprisingly soft, warm, and welcoming. From his calming voice to your Outburst earlier, you felt your heart slow down and your tears dry as you wipe them from your face; those steel gray eyes light up for a moment when he sees just a piece of a smile flicker on your lips.

" there's that smile~"

#pokemon ingo #ingo x reader #pokemon subway bosses #submas x reader #subway boss ingo #Fluff submas #comfort #subway master ingo #pokemon imagines #submas ingo #pokemon submas

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peachypede · 3 months

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“Leave a permanent imprint of your lips against his throat in a color hard-to-miss before he leaves for work the next morning, just barely hidden, and he’ll be in heaven for the rest of the day.”

- Lips (Ingo x Reader by @outoutdamnspark )

Read it here!!!

Had to draw this. This fic consumed me, especially the mental image of Ingo have a not super well hidden lipstick mark on his neck where trainers can see if he turns his head just to the side…

(Technically not place on his throat, but still…how scandalous ahhh)

#i stayed up way too late…#but it was worth it #i gotta do hands next…#ingo x reader #subway boss ingo

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harveyb-wabbit92 · 1 year

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[Ingo’s S/o comes marching up the twins front steps holding a cardboard box, in a huff she knocks on their door and Ingo answer.]

Ingo: I-S/o this is a surprise wh..*Notices she’s mad.* What happened?

I-S/o, has murder in her eyes: Where’s Emmet?

Ingo: Tell me what’s the matter first and I might let his location slip....

I-S/o: This is “what’s matter!”

[She opens the box and shows Ingo two baby Hawluchas and a baby shiny Archen sleeping in it.]

I-S/o: Remember last week when Emmet’s Archeops escaped from bath time and a few hours later we found him napping in my backyard with my Hawlucha?

Ingo: Yes, I do. One moment please.

Ingo, turning towards the stairs: EMMET! YOUR GRANDCHILDREN ARE HERE TO SEE YOU!

Emmet, from upstairs: *Confused and startled* MY WHAT?!

#pokemon incorrect quotes #submas #subway boss ingo x reader #subway boss ingo #subway boss emmet #platonic! Subway boss Emmet #archeops #hawlucha #submas x reader #subway bosses

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onestepbackwards · 2 years

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Concept: The reader who gets thrown into Hisui can actually still use apps on their Arcphone, and have internet. But only somewhat. They actually can’t type anything. They can’t posts tweets, make any text posts, send any texts, nothing. However, they find a loophole. They can make and send videos, and take pictures. Then they get the idea to stream being in Hisui. It technically works! They don’t have to type anything, just go live and go from there! Bonus points if they were like, a popular streamer/youtuber, or even the Sinnoh Champion before being yeeted to Hisui.

Like, imagine if you’re a popular face in your country and just,,, disappeared for at least a whole week. Literally nothing to show what happened to you, or how you even left. No clothes packed, car still in the lot, all identification still on you table, and even your pokemon are still on the nightstand next to you bed, safe in their pokeballs! The only thing gone is your phone, but it must be broken or turned off, because the phone company and police can’t track it. Some people wonder if you had been kidnapped, or Arceus forbid, something worse. But the detectives can only scratch their head. The doors were still locked, and there were no signs of forced entry, or any at all for that fact. Not to mention the pokemon would have broke out of their pokeballs if they had sensed their owner’s distress. You were just.... Gone. Until a week later. Imagine a week later, people are beginning to lose hope about you, all trails having gone cold. Until later that evening. People get a notification about a streamer going live. It’s the person who disappeared. People rush to the stream to see what the hell is going on, and maybe get some answers. Maybe an explanation at best! Or at worst, someone hacking your account.... Everyone joins, only to see.... You...? You’re dressed in odd clothing, but it’s unmistakably you. You’re going off, talking about how you got dumped in ancient Sinnoh or something, and have been told by god itself to find all pokemon in said ancient Sinnoh. At first, people think you’re crazy, until they notice some familiar landmarks. And all the wild pokemon. Especially the GIANT wild pokemon. You claim Arceus won’t let you make text posts or regular tweets, and won’t let you receive normal messages, so you’re just,, stuck making streams and videos. You laugh how that’s arguably worse than typing anything else, but hey, you’re not a god. How are you supposed to know how one thinks? People are suspicious at first, but it becomes horrifyingly clear that you aren’t joking, and that you are somehow stuck in the past, still able to livestream and make videos. You jokingly talk about the people you meet, and your job for the day/week. You often stream yourself hunting down pokemon, and writing down stuff in your pokedex. If you still have access to the chat, you gladly answer any questions you get, and happily get all help in filling out the pokedex. If not, I’d think it’d be amusing if people could still talk through donations, the TTS voice talking out to you in the wild. Even funnier since you don’t even get the money being sent to you. “it’s not so bad!” You muse to the phone quietly, back striking a Pikachu with a pokeball, and catching it instantly. “I just wish that the people would stop acting like I’m gonna grow four extra arms and bite their heads off.” You tend to use the streams to vent a bit as well, seeing as they are the only sense of familiarity you have here in Hisui. So when people find out you apparently fell from a space and time rift in the sky, they are rightly horrified. With all of this going on, your situation gets international attention. People from across the globe are wondering what the hell is going on. Champions, professors, gym leaders, you name it. You have a lot of people now watching your streams. It’s gets even weirder when you open up stream on day, both giddy and almost gobsmacked. “Hey guys! So uh- okay.” You start off, almost scatterbrained. “So like, I have to go quell this one pokemon, Lord Electrode, I think? Whatever- ANYWAY you guys will not believe who I found.” You say, ignoring the questions about ‘Lord Electrode’. “Turns out, okay- like, I didn’t keep up with a lot of international news before ending up here, right? But I did hear about a few things. Anyway, this is important. Wasn’t there like, this subway guy that went missing a few years ago? Like, in Unova?” You managed to ask in your rambling. You get a few responses to your question, a lot of people bringing up said Subway Boss’s name. “Ingo? So it is Ingo? I knew it!” Your viewers ask what you were talking about. Why was this relevant? Though a few people already had a sinking feeling in their stomachs. “Okay so, like, I wake up this morning and just?? There’s a guy in a torn coat? Outside my house? Like, he looked like the subway guy, but there are a lot of people who look like people i met personally. I figure, ‘huh, this guy might be an ancestor, or whatever.’“ You ramble on, ignoring how the chat seemed to speed up as you continue talking. “Anyway, he tells me good morning, and says I’m needed at headquarters. I said thanks, and went on, and learned that the guy’s name was Ingo!” You ignored the chat blowing up, as you paced across your little room. “And like, I thought ‘huh, that sounds familiar! And he looks familiar!’ But didn’t really think about it until Irida mentioned he was an amnesiac? And is also not from Hisui? He apparently also fell from the sky or something. He’s not sure.” You said with a wave of your hand. You ignored the onslaught of text to speech messages for now, too caught up in your own explanation. “So then I got to thinking, ‘hey, didn’t a guy with that name go missing in Unova?’” You asked, spinning on your heel, facing the phone once more. “And THEN it hit me, I thought he looked damn near the same as the guy! Just like, a little beat up. His coat is like, super shredded, and his hat has some holes in it.” You said, briefly describing the man. “Guys, I know it sounds crazy, but I think the missing subway guy is the same guy who I’m supposed to meet with today. I think he got sent back like me, but somehow lost his memories!” You told the chat excitedly. Your phone was blowing up with the amount of messages you were receiving. You definitely had a back log. Grabbing the phone, you looked to the door, and sighed. “I gotta go guys. I have to meet Ingo soon, and it’s gonna take a while to walk there. I’ll see if I can get pictures or stream with him! Bye guys!” You wave to the phone, ignoring the messages desperately asking for more details. Shutting the stream off, you begin packing for your journey. Meanwhile, Emmet and Elesa are desperately trying to contact you after hoards of people sent them clips of you talking about Ingo. None of their messages go through. Some people tell them that apparently, Arceus itself won’t let you type messages, only stream and make videos and photos. Emmet begrudgingly waits for your next stream. Eager to see if it really is his missing brother, who’s apparently been thrown several centuries in the past.

#pokemon #submas #subway boss ingo #subway boss emmet #ingo x reader #emmet x reader #reader insert #pokemon legends arceus #pokemon x reader #zed.writes #pla #its dumb but i thought the idea was funny #just imagine emmet donating every few minutes #just to talk and see his brother #jfsakjfdksfj

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