Pokemon Boiz x Reader

Always Wrong? [Sad!Clemont x Reader]

You know who to blame for this one. MC_Princess. (But it all seriousness thanks for requesting it made my night.) STORYTIME.

Clemont sighed, setting down the papers. He has this sinking feeling he has been a rings sbiut everything. Maybe he put down the wrong formula? Substituted the wrong number in for a variable? Used the wrong operation when preforming a mathematical equation? He didn't know why but he felt like he was wrong today.

No, not just that. He didn't feel like just his work in inventing things was wrong. He felt like he did everything wrong today. Like he got out of bed wrong, took a shower wrong, payed attention to his sister wrong, battle challengers wrong, worked on everything just wrong. Everything he did today felt wrong.

And he felt wrong inside too. He just felt like something was majorly drastically foreverly wrong. Like himself no jus being here was wrong in itself. Was he really wrong? Was he a bad big brother? Was he a bad boyfriend? Was he a bad gym leader? Oh my goodness he was just wrong st everything, wasn't he?

Your sad boyfriend Senses were tingling. So you walked up to on clemont's room with two mugs of hot chocolate with pillows underneath your armpits. You wore a blanket as a cape. Luckily Clemont always had his door open in case Bonnie is in trouble and he can hear her scream if he needs to. You used your foot to open the door a little bit.

"Clem."

Clemont lifted his head and saw you with mugs and pillows and a blanket on your shoulders. Clemont let a small smile overcome his lips. You sat the mugs on his desk and took the pillows. You passed him the pillows and threw him the blanket. You grabbed the mugs and sat next to him. He already had everything set up. You handed him the mug. 

Clemont took a big sip, already knowing what was inside. Somehow you always knew when he was sad and made him hot chocolate. Depending on the day, you would add marshmallows or one time you added a candy cane and said it was his straw. He let out a big sigh after he had a big gulp. One gulp plus one hot choclate mustache plus one awesomeness girlfifrend equals a cheered up Clemont.

"Let me guess, askign yourself if you messed up on your life again?"

Clemont nodded. Wow, you really could read him like an open book. It was hard to tell if that was a good thing it not. He leaned on your shoulder, his butt real comfy on the pillow. The blankets covered your legs and you held your own mug in your hand, just staring st the brown liquid. You glanced over at Clemont. He was smiling now. That was good. You didn't need to go to extreme lengths to make him smile. What were extreme lengths? There's a magical little equation. You take one girlfriend, add a little sister, add a festh for each party member, and you have one tickle fight.

"Well you didn't mess up. Bonnie is still here and loves you. I'm still here and I love you. Feeling less insecure now?"

Clemont sinoky nodded, closing his eyes. You smiled and took his glasses, reaching over to place them on his desk. You then took his mug away from him. This was also part of your cheer up routine. After you cheer him up he goes to sleep on you. One does not simply mess up the routine. You kissed your finger and pressed it on his nose. You didn't want to disturb him by moving too much after all.

"Night Night Clem, I'll be right here in the morning."

You decided to close your eyes too, leaning back on whatever surface was behind you. You don't mind sleeping sitting up. Besides, Clemont was cuddling up to you and it was adorable. There's no way you're getting rid of the two even if your back kills you In the morning.

I tried. I'm sorry. This probably sucks.

~Eva