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Shipping(s): IronwillShipping (Riley x Dawn); there is also one-sided SteelFedora (Riley x Steven) and Girlpower (Dawn x Cynthia)
A/N: This is a GAME-VERSE fic, not anime-verse. Dawn is also in her mid-teens, while Riley is in his early twenties.
Word Count: 4.5k+
Summary: Losers in love, with crushes on Pokemon Champions. Dawn turned her head and planted a kiss on Riley's chest. "One problem...I have a crush on a Champion. You have one on a roaming trainer who's in love with rocks."
Shipping(s): IronwillShipping (Riley x Dawn); there is also one-sided SteelFedora (Riley x Steven) and Girlpower (Dawn x Cynthia)
A/N: This is a GAME-VERSE fic, not anime-verse. Dawn is also in her mid-teens, while Riley is in his early twenties.
Word Count: 4.5k+
Summary: Losers in love, with crushes on Pokemon Champions. Dawn turned her head and planted a kiss on Riley's chest. "One problem...I have a crush on a Champion. You have one on a roaming trainer who's in love with rocks."
Riley had his moods.
This was something Dawn knew--a little too well, perhaps.
If ever asked about it, Dawn would probably reply (while leaning forward in an over exaggerated, childish manner, with one eye closed and her mouth set in a big O), “Sometimes he’s sweet and caring, the next he’s all cold, distant…but it’s not like it’s erratic or anything! Like, one second he’d be this, and then the next second, he’d be that. It was more by days, if that makes any sense! One day he’s happy, the next he was all thinking constantly and mulling crap over.”
And if Riley had ever heard his young lover saying that, he would most likely take her away from the questioner and scold her in private. While she just giggled and told him to get over himself, because, “It’s totally true!”
And today, unfortunately for Dawn, was just one of those off days.
Canalave was experiencing one of its reoccurring periods of severe thunderstorms and strong winds (they lived on the outskirts of the city), so Dawn was stuck inside Riley’s cramped little house. …Or rather, ‘house’ might’ve been too generous a term: cabin might have fit it better. It was only one level, all the rooms were inter-connected: there was the kitchen (that doubled as the living room) and up a simple two stairs was the bed and bathroom.
It was only meant to serve as a ‘few day rest house’ when Riley was in the area. The duo’s travels had brought them to Canalave, so they had no other choice but to stop by.
The cabin was small, it was raining…there wasn’t much to do in the first place, so it was only natural that a giddy, energetic young girl like Dawn would be extremely bored.
It didn’t help much either that her usual source of entertainment--Riley--was just lying in his couch, probably in deep thought. He had been that way ever since he’d woken up this morning, and read the local tabloid they'd picked up while visiting the library yesterday.
Picking her mug of hot chocolate from the small table in the kitchen, Dawn crossed into the ‘living room’ and took a small sip. She wrinkled her noise when it burned her lips, and then set her eyes on his resting form. Sprawled out on the couch, with his arm stretched over his face, and mouth pulled into a frown, Dawn couldn’t help but think how utterly pathetic he looked right now.
The rain continued to fall heavily outside, and the trees swayed at the strong winds. She winced when a bright streak of lightning lit up the cabin and the loud crack of thunder followed afterwards caused her to jump.
Sighing, she sat down on the edge of the sofa and kicked off her fuzzy pink slippers.
“Riley…”
“Eh?”
Dawn rolled her eyes, wondering with great irritation what the problem was now. “What’s up?” Maybe asking him was useless…she had tried earlier, but he refused to answer her. She took another sip, savoring the warm, sugary taste in her mouth, before shuffling closer. “Tell me…”
“I think…he has someone now.”
Dawn wanted to throw herself through a wall; he was depressed, over him? Again? She groaned loudly; his stupid little crush was getting annoying now. “And where did you get that idea?”
Riley simply stared at the ceiling after removing his arm from his face. “You know the magazine we picked up yesterday?”
“The one about all the Elite Pokemon trainers? Gym leaders, Elite Four, that shit?”
“Yeah…I read it in there.” He pushed himself up and sighed, rubbing his hatless head; his hair was a lot messier than usual. Riley still wore that dissatisfied frown on his face, and Dawn simply curled her upper lip before drinking more of her chocolate.
She offered him some--which he kindly refused--before talking again, “You’re so heteroflexible, Riley.”
He made a face at her words, “Hetero-what?” He repeated, expression completely incredulous.
Dawn nodded her head in an over-exaggeratedly cute way, “Yeah, heteroflexible. It’s a term I just made up. You’re crushing on someone else--a guy no less--even though you’ve got a sexy chick with you. Sometimes I wonder if it’s him you think about, while you’re doing me.”
Riley sucked his teeth at her coarse language and crossed his arms, leaning back into the couch. “No, you can be sure it’s you and only you. And that ridiculous word you made up can also be applied to you,” He pointed an accusing finger at her, a sly look on his face. “Do you think of her while we’re together?”
Dawn finished her drink and leaned over the side, placing the mug on the ground. “Cynthia?” She asked, crawling between his parted legs. She gave him a childish grin and caught his face with both of her hands on his cheeks. “No, ‘you and only you’, Riley.” A tender kiss was placed on his forehead.
He put his arms loosely around her waist, staring up at her, “What do you think?”
“About what?”
“About Steven…you think he actually has someone?”
Dawn snorted before lowering her head and burring her face in the crook of his neck, “Him? Maybe his rocks or something. The man’s obsessed with them. Either that, or that new Champion of Hoenn.”
She felt his chest rise as he gasped lightly, “Wallace?”
“Darn, Riley why do you even care?!” Dawn pulled away from his grasp and sat back on the sofa, spreading her legs a little. The hem of her short dress fell down a little, revealing more of her legs to him. “Why do you care so much about Steven, when you have me?” She was sure he had a good view of her light blue panties.
Riley’s eyes lingered on her legs for a few seconds, before they trailed up to her own. “I know I have you, Dawn, but…Steven…” He looked down and a little blush colored his face when a sigh was let out. “I still have that stupid crush on him, you know?”
Dawn rolled her eyes again and fell backwards, staring upwards at absolutely nothing. “Yeah, I hear you. I’m still kind of stuck on Cynthia myself. But I’m not all hung up over her, like you are on him. I dunno what’s so cool about Steven in the first place--the guy’s in love with rocks! He should marry them. But since you’re being such a fruit, I bet you wanna be his bride.”
When Riley didn’t say anything to her wild accusation, her eyes widened and she shot straight up. He looked rather contemplative, staring with narrowed eyes at the wooden floorboards. A hand went straight to Dawn’s mouth as she tried to hold in a laugh.
“Oh dear God, Riley, you are so gay. Gayer than me, even!”
At her words, he snapped his head up and glared at her. “What the heck are you talking about?”
Dawn giggled crazily and rolled off the couch (almost tripping over her coffee mug in the process). Pulling up her knee-length black socks, she slipped over to the small work desk and plopped herself down in the chair. Rain continued to pelt the window, but she ignored it--the blue haired girl was too busy looking for a sheet of lined paper, and a pen.
Riley continued to sit where he had been, watching curiously as his lover pulled out some stationery set. “What are you doing?”
“Writing Steven a letter.” She said back, rather absentmindedly.
At first, Riley started. He knew she did some crazy shit sometimes, but, “Why?!”
“He’s gotta know about his biggest fan, don’tcha agree?” She glanced back at him, a devious look in her eyes. “So I’m writing a letter to him, from his biggest fan: Riley the yearning Pokemon Master, who already has a lover--a younger lover, in fact. I’m sure he’d love to hear that his fan has a good ol’ fashioned Lolita complex.”
That’s when she turned away and began writing hurriedly onto the paper. The excessive beating of Riley’s heart began to slow down and he just let out a small breath: why the hell was he getting all riled up? Dawn’s penmanship was horrible (at least, in his opinion), and even if she intended on sending that letter, she didn’t know where he lived! She didn’t know his address--what was he talking about, address? Steven was a roaming trainer now: he had no permanent place of resident.
So Riley merely shrugged, picked up the Elite magazine he’d been reading, and opened it up to a certain page. He bit his bottom lip as he stared at the picture they had of Steven, alongside his Metagross and Aggron.
There he was, doing that epic pose of his. There was just something in that smile, the way he carried himself, just this aura in general that just got to him.
The trainer pressed his legs together and exhaled again--how pitiful, getting a little worked up over a freakin’ picture. Regardless, he kept ogling it, and re-read the article about the current, juicy gossip (special attention was paid to the section about his supposed lover).
Riley was so enthralled in just reading that one page that he hadn’t even noticed the amount of time that’d passed. He only looked up when Dawn pushed back in her chair, raising her arms as she yawned. She rubbed the bottom of her nose, looked outside through the window and squealed when she noticed that the rain had stopped.
The man smiled lightly to himself: God, she was so cute. Completely adorable, loveable, mischievous…she always kept him on his toes.
Maybe Dawn had been right, calling him a ‘Heteroflexible’ or whatever the hell it’d been.
“You finished with that letter, Dawn?” He questioned, voice filled to the brim with sarcastic amusement. Riley dropped the magazine and got off the couch so he could stretch out his muscles.
“Yep…just adding the finishing touches.”
After cracking his back, he sauntered over to her, smirking a bit after placing a hand on her head. He ruffled her soft hair and glanced once over the letter--penmanship was better than it had been a month ago, when she was writing a letter home to her mom. But in the margins were small drawings, and little hearts dotted the plain piece of paper.
Psh, no one would take this letter serious. All he did was snort and didn’t bother to look twice.
After a few seconds, Riley left her alone and began scanning around the living room. “Let’s go out and get something to eat.” He suggested, now searching for his Lucario umbrella.
At first, she didn’t answer him back. It didn’t bother him too much, as he was still busy probing around. But a few seconds later, she giggled to herself and muttered an agreement in a low voice. Although he didn’t like the sound of that, Riley dismissed it and held out his hand for her after finding his umbrella (underneath the couch, go figure). “Let’s go.”
“Yes…let’s.”
And the pink stationery paper was left--completely ignored and forgotten--on the desk.
Out of sight and out of mind for the next few days…
This was something Dawn knew--a little too well, perhaps.
If ever asked about it, Dawn would probably reply (while leaning forward in an over exaggerated, childish manner, with one eye closed and her mouth set in a big O), “Sometimes he’s sweet and caring, the next he’s all cold, distant…but it’s not like it’s erratic or anything! Like, one second he’d be this, and then the next second, he’d be that. It was more by days, if that makes any sense! One day he’s happy, the next he was all thinking constantly and mulling crap over.”
And if Riley had ever heard his young lover saying that, he would most likely take her away from the questioner and scold her in private. While she just giggled and told him to get over himself, because, “It’s totally true!”
And today, unfortunately for Dawn, was just one of those off days.
Canalave was experiencing one of its reoccurring periods of severe thunderstorms and strong winds (they lived on the outskirts of the city), so Dawn was stuck inside Riley’s cramped little house. …Or rather, ‘house’ might’ve been too generous a term: cabin might have fit it better. It was only one level, all the rooms were inter-connected: there was the kitchen (that doubled as the living room) and up a simple two stairs was the bed and bathroom.
It was only meant to serve as a ‘few day rest house’ when Riley was in the area. The duo’s travels had brought them to Canalave, so they had no other choice but to stop by.
The cabin was small, it was raining…there wasn’t much to do in the first place, so it was only natural that a giddy, energetic young girl like Dawn would be extremely bored.
It didn’t help much either that her usual source of entertainment--Riley--was just lying in his couch, probably in deep thought. He had been that way ever since he’d woken up this morning, and read the local tabloid they'd picked up while visiting the library yesterday.
Picking her mug of hot chocolate from the small table in the kitchen, Dawn crossed into the ‘living room’ and took a small sip. She wrinkled her noise when it burned her lips, and then set her eyes on his resting form. Sprawled out on the couch, with his arm stretched over his face, and mouth pulled into a frown, Dawn couldn’t help but think how utterly pathetic he looked right now.
The rain continued to fall heavily outside, and the trees swayed at the strong winds. She winced when a bright streak of lightning lit up the cabin and the loud crack of thunder followed afterwards caused her to jump.
Sighing, she sat down on the edge of the sofa and kicked off her fuzzy pink slippers.
“Riley…”
“Eh?”
Dawn rolled her eyes, wondering with great irritation what the problem was now. “What’s up?” Maybe asking him was useless…she had tried earlier, but he refused to answer her. She took another sip, savoring the warm, sugary taste in her mouth, before shuffling closer. “Tell me…”
“I think…he has someone now.”
Dawn wanted to throw herself through a wall; he was depressed, over him? Again? She groaned loudly; his stupid little crush was getting annoying now. “And where did you get that idea?”
Riley simply stared at the ceiling after removing his arm from his face. “You know the magazine we picked up yesterday?”
“The one about all the Elite Pokemon trainers? Gym leaders, Elite Four, that shit?”
“Yeah…I read it in there.” He pushed himself up and sighed, rubbing his hatless head; his hair was a lot messier than usual. Riley still wore that dissatisfied frown on his face, and Dawn simply curled her upper lip before drinking more of her chocolate.
She offered him some--which he kindly refused--before talking again, “You’re so heteroflexible, Riley.”
He made a face at her words, “Hetero-what?” He repeated, expression completely incredulous.
Dawn nodded her head in an over-exaggeratedly cute way, “Yeah, heteroflexible. It’s a term I just made up. You’re crushing on someone else--a guy no less--even though you’ve got a sexy chick with you. Sometimes I wonder if it’s him you think about, while you’re doing me.”
Riley sucked his teeth at her coarse language and crossed his arms, leaning back into the couch. “No, you can be sure it’s you and only you. And that ridiculous word you made up can also be applied to you,” He pointed an accusing finger at her, a sly look on his face. “Do you think of her while we’re together?”
Dawn finished her drink and leaned over the side, placing the mug on the ground. “Cynthia?” She asked, crawling between his parted legs. She gave him a childish grin and caught his face with both of her hands on his cheeks. “No, ‘you and only you’, Riley.” A tender kiss was placed on his forehead.
He put his arms loosely around her waist, staring up at her, “What do you think?”
“About what?”
“About Steven…you think he actually has someone?”
Dawn snorted before lowering her head and burring her face in the crook of his neck, “Him? Maybe his rocks or something. The man’s obsessed with them. Either that, or that new Champion of Hoenn.”
She felt his chest rise as he gasped lightly, “Wallace?”
“Darn, Riley why do you even care?!” Dawn pulled away from his grasp and sat back on the sofa, spreading her legs a little. The hem of her short dress fell down a little, revealing more of her legs to him. “Why do you care so much about Steven, when you have me?” She was sure he had a good view of her light blue panties.
Riley’s eyes lingered on her legs for a few seconds, before they trailed up to her own. “I know I have you, Dawn, but…Steven…” He looked down and a little blush colored his face when a sigh was let out. “I still have that stupid crush on him, you know?”
Dawn rolled her eyes again and fell backwards, staring upwards at absolutely nothing. “Yeah, I hear you. I’m still kind of stuck on Cynthia myself. But I’m not all hung up over her, like you are on him. I dunno what’s so cool about Steven in the first place--the guy’s in love with rocks! He should marry them. But since you’re being such a fruit, I bet you wanna be his bride.”
When Riley didn’t say anything to her wild accusation, her eyes widened and she shot straight up. He looked rather contemplative, staring with narrowed eyes at the wooden floorboards. A hand went straight to Dawn’s mouth as she tried to hold in a laugh.
“Oh dear God, Riley, you are so gay. Gayer than me, even!”
At her words, he snapped his head up and glared at her. “What the heck are you talking about?”
Dawn giggled crazily and rolled off the couch (almost tripping over her coffee mug in the process). Pulling up her knee-length black socks, she slipped over to the small work desk and plopped herself down in the chair. Rain continued to pelt the window, but she ignored it--the blue haired girl was too busy looking for a sheet of lined paper, and a pen.
Riley continued to sit where he had been, watching curiously as his lover pulled out some stationery set. “What are you doing?”
“Writing Steven a letter.” She said back, rather absentmindedly.
At first, Riley started. He knew she did some crazy shit sometimes, but, “Why?!”
“He’s gotta know about his biggest fan, don’tcha agree?” She glanced back at him, a devious look in her eyes. “So I’m writing a letter to him, from his biggest fan: Riley the yearning Pokemon Master, who already has a lover--a younger lover, in fact. I’m sure he’d love to hear that his fan has a good ol’ fashioned Lolita complex.”
That’s when she turned away and began writing hurriedly onto the paper. The excessive beating of Riley’s heart began to slow down and he just let out a small breath: why the hell was he getting all riled up? Dawn’s penmanship was horrible (at least, in his opinion), and even if she intended on sending that letter, she didn’t know where he lived! She didn’t know his address--what was he talking about, address? Steven was a roaming trainer now: he had no permanent place of resident.
So Riley merely shrugged, picked up the Elite magazine he’d been reading, and opened it up to a certain page. He bit his bottom lip as he stared at the picture they had of Steven, alongside his Metagross and Aggron.
There he was, doing that epic pose of his. There was just something in that smile, the way he carried himself, just this aura in general that just got to him.
The trainer pressed his legs together and exhaled again--how pitiful, getting a little worked up over a freakin’ picture. Regardless, he kept ogling it, and re-read the article about the current, juicy gossip (special attention was paid to the section about his supposed lover).
Riley was so enthralled in just reading that one page that he hadn’t even noticed the amount of time that’d passed. He only looked up when Dawn pushed back in her chair, raising her arms as she yawned. She rubbed the bottom of her nose, looked outside through the window and squealed when she noticed that the rain had stopped.
The man smiled lightly to himself: God, she was so cute. Completely adorable, loveable, mischievous…she always kept him on his toes.
Maybe Dawn had been right, calling him a ‘Heteroflexible’ or whatever the hell it’d been.
“You finished with that letter, Dawn?” He questioned, voice filled to the brim with sarcastic amusement. Riley dropped the magazine and got off the couch so he could stretch out his muscles.
“Yep…just adding the finishing touches.”
After cracking his back, he sauntered over to her, smirking a bit after placing a hand on her head. He ruffled her soft hair and glanced once over the letter--penmanship was better than it had been a month ago, when she was writing a letter home to her mom. But in the margins were small drawings, and little hearts dotted the plain piece of paper.
Psh, no one would take this letter serious. All he did was snort and didn’t bother to look twice.
After a few seconds, Riley left her alone and began scanning around the living room. “Let’s go out and get something to eat.” He suggested, now searching for his Lucario umbrella.
At first, she didn’t answer him back. It didn’t bother him too much, as he was still busy probing around. But a few seconds later, she giggled to herself and muttered an agreement in a low voice. Although he didn’t like the sound of that, Riley dismissed it and held out his hand for her after finding his umbrella (underneath the couch, go figure). “Let’s go.”
“Yes…let’s.”
And the pink stationery paper was left--completely ignored and forgotten--on the desk.
Out of sight and out of mind for the next few days…
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