Pokemon Boiz x Reader

Seven Seventeen [Gladion x Reader]

Request by the lovely and patient SandyAung! I should shut up and write!

You wake up drowsy. Ugh, what time was it? You glance over to the clock at the bedside table, still feeling numb from your sleep. It was, what? Five thirty? Why the hell were you up this early? Did you fall asleep around seven or something? You always sleep in! 

Your body starts accommodating to the sense of being awake, and the first thing you feel are two arm wrapped around your waist and a presence pressed on you from behind. Then you feel a dampness on your shoulder and soft, steady breath on your neck. Someone was cuddling you from behind.

Then memories flood in. Gladion was scared last night, having nightmares. You, being the awesome girlfriend you were, let him sleep with you. He was crying all night. You comforted him as long as you could, then you fell hard. You fell asleep and Gladion then used you as a body pillow for the rest of the night.

You take your hands and placed them over his. You let out a deep breath you didn't realize you were holding. Poor Gladion. His family really was disfunctional to an L. But you were here for him. Even in his sleep, you wanted him to know that you were right here. You were right here... you were right here...

Gladion woke up, squeezing what he thought was his pillow. He opened his eyes and saw you staring right back at him, playing with his hair. You had a soft smile on your face. Then you see Gladion's face go red and his eyes staring in your own. Your own face goes red hot. He caught you! Crap!

"Wh-What Time is it?"

You smiled at his stutter. You flip yourself in his arms and take a glance at the clock. You smile and turn back around. Gladion blinked. So that's how you moved around without waking him up. You pecked his nose.

"Seven seventeen, make a wish."

Gladion chuckled, feeling a lot less embarrassed about waking up hugging you like a five year old with his teddy bear.  You know how people say "it's eleven eleven, make a wish." Well you do that with every hour, and when you can't you change the middle one to a pure one. So seven seventeen is when seven o'clock wishes are made. Gladion returned your nose kiss with one planted on your forehead.

"What is there to wish for when you're right here?"

Awww, that was so sweet! You squeezed Gladion close, pressing a plentiful amount of kisses to his cheeks, forehead, and all over. You just showered him with affection. What? He was a tsundere! This was rare! I guess this was your seven seventeen. Once you were done with your onslaught of sloppy kisses you pressed a big, sloppy, wet one to his lips. You pulled back a little and Gladion looked like a mess. But he was a smiling mess.

"You're the best, Gladi!"

Gladion chuckled. There was no point in arguing about his self worth. He was the best in your eyes. He was your seven seventeen.

I'm sorry this sucks!

~Eva