Yes, yes I'm going to write like five oneshots consecutively and then die again for the next 5239532 months. It is the way of the Bell Marilli.


Hydreigon is the sweet pokemon in your life, the one who's always there looking out for you, the one that makes himself look silly just to make you laugh, the one you can definitely trust and the one I hopelessly fell in love with.

Me? I am the twenty-four-seven Hopeless Case, the one who mocks you for your every mistake, the sometimes snarky one, the arrogant bitch who won't admit her mistakes and always is reluctant to help others.

"You're not that terrible." Hydreigon offered a smile as I describe myself. Another reason why I was absolutely hooked onto him—he is the sweetest shit, ever. Unlike me. So unlike me.

"If I'm not that terrible, why do a lot of people glare at me when I'm near them?" I groaned, slapping a paw onto my forehead. "Only a total of three pokemon can stand my presence—me, you, and my mum."

That's an exaggeration, but holy shit.

Hydreigon sighed, swooping me up onto his back and I screamed in both horror and delight, because OH MY SHIT YOU SCARED ME and OH MY SHIT! OH MY SHIT, I'M ON HIS BACK. OH. MY. SHITFACE. respectively. His back was furry, which I had expected it to be. It was so furry and fluffy I could bury my face into it but that would make me seem very pedophilac and Hydreigon was not into pedophilac girls.

And then he shot off up into the sky, and this time I screamed out of terror because holy shit, I'd never been so high up before and I am hopelessly terrified of heights. And that time I did bury my face into Hydreigon's furry and fluffy back and tried my hardest not to just cry.

"Are you okay with heights?" I heard him ask me, and my instincts went wild—I shot a moonblast directly at him, making him yelp, completely forgetting we were up in the sky.

"Of course not! Hydreigon, you insensitive douchebag, I'm literally going to fucking cry if we don't get out now!" One million reasons why Hydreigon will never like me: I am a rude asshole. "Get me off! Get me off once you touchdown, I mean, don't drop my in the sky!"

"...Kind of... late... for that..."

I noticed his words were broken up, fatigued, and it took me a whole second to realise he was heavily affected by my ruthless attack and I swore very loudly, gripping onto his wings and attempting to flap them which was obviously not going to work, but I was screaming and everything and didn't understand anything at all.

"Fuck me! Fuck you! Fuck everything, fuck the world, oh my fuck!" Much swearing that day, I remembered.

I could see the ground beneath me. Oh my shit, I could see the ground beneath me! No mistake, I was going to die that very day, all because I am a stupid, rude asshole, who attacked my crush. Now I was going to die. Goodbye, world. Goodbye, pudding in my fridge. I will never be your consumer.

Closing my eyes, I braced for impact, clutching onto Hydreigon. Maybe he'd protect me—wait, no, shit, shit, no, he's been so sweet to me and everything and I'm going to use him as a shield? Just what kind of asshole am I?

"You're really predictable, Syl."

My eyes blinked open, and I saw Hydreigon laughing—oh, Arceus, he was laughing at me. I felt myself reddening very much when I realised he was hardly affected by my weakass attack and that he pretended to act all faint and stuff and make me think I'm going to die—hell, I saw my life flashing before my eyes and that is not something I want to happen!

I would've attacked him once more, if he hadn't caught me in a fast, quick, brief kiss.

Cheekily, he breaks it off and says, "But that's a good thing for me."