Various x Reader Oneshots

Explosive Yearning (Green; Pokemon)

"You know," the voice grunted. "That's not how you greet an old friend. I thought you looked familiar and followed you here, which was a good thing. I've been looking for you for years," there was a small crack in his voice at this point. Her heart lurched at this, but she refused to acknowledge him no matter what.

"Just... look at me." (Name) still didn't move, unsure of how she should reply or react. No one just casually gives out a hello to someone they've avoided for a solid seven years.

She flinched at the hand that gripped her shoulder. "I said," he gritted out, teeth grinding in frustration. "Look at me." (Name) faced the inevitable as the owner of the hand turned her around to face none other than Professor Oak's grandson, Green Oak.

"Hi?" She cringed at the squeak in her voice. It was obvious that she didn't intend for this to happen nor did she think it would. She hoped with all her heart that she wouldn't see him for the rest of her life, but here he was. Rapidash had chosen this moment to gallop away, and (Name) understood why. The tension was thick and clouded the atmosphere with a suffocating air. His orange-brown hair was spiked like before, his brown eyes held a fire in them that appeared during his battles with Red, and he obviously grew taller than her over the years. He towered over (Name), swallowed in his shadow and intimidation. Green's brows furrowed and his fingers dug into her skin, making her wince at the fury in his gesture.

"Is that all you can say to me? Hi? " There was poison in his words and (Name) took it all in with guilt clawing at her heart. After all, who just up and leaves someone without a proper explanation? Has anyone even taken all this into stride, pretending that it was water under the bridge the next time they see the one who left them?

(Name) chose to live in the Kalos region, simply because she wanted to get away. She wanted to get rid of the incessant fangirls clamoring and squealing over Green; she wanted to have a peaceful journey for once without worrying about any stalkers or late night hideouts. It was a shallow reason, she knew, but her sanity decreased by the minute, hours, days, weeks―which eventually turned into months.

Initially, everything was fine when Green and (Name) decided to stick together for their first journey in Kanto. They had trained together, their Pokemon got along well, they'd slept under the stars either in their sleeping bags, tent, or curled up next to their Pokemon, Green would battle Red and (Name) would witness his defeat every single time, but that didn't stop them. Those memories brought along the screaming girls who looked for Green, those who immediately crowded around him when they recognized him, those who pushed her away from him and glared daggers in her general direction. Those were enough for her to leave Green a note while he was sleeping and, with heart-wrenching guilt, she flew on her Pidgeot away from him.

Pidgeot had taken her to Kalos, just as she planned, and she abandoned her badge collecting to fulfill the Pokedex entrusted to her by Professor Oak. Her Pokedex then was updated a few years later when she met Professor Sycamore through Professor Oak. Her badges, her rucksack, and every memoir she had of Green and Kanto were shoved in a box just under her bed after she bought herself an apartment in Lumiose City, close to the sparkling Prism Tower that stood in the heart of the city. A friend of hers was kind enough to help her find a job―a simple waitress in a cafe―and helped her get settled in her new life in Kalos.

In those years, she was blissfully unaware of Green searching for her after her sudden departure; it was only brought to her attention by the anguish he displayed. (Name) bit her lip, her teeth gnawing on the flesh until she drew blood. Green's eyes brushed over her eyes, her nose, her hair, her cheeks, her clothes―everything. As if he couldn't waste a single second looking at her after all those years she was gone. A growl ripped out of his throat and, to (Name)'s surprise, he let go of her shoulders to wrap his arms around her. Her temple bumped into his solid chest, clad in a white lab coat, with her ear right above his heart, which was beating so loudly that she thought it would burst out at any second. Her hands curled themselves on his chest as she tried to push him away while pushing away the tears as much as she could. "Green, let go of me!"