I'll throw a request your way. How about a embarassed Gladion asking his bf to mend his clothes after type null training.
Stitches of Love
Pairing: Gladion x m!reader
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Warnings: maybe a bit ooc, and just cute fluff<3
A/N: so... it's really been a while🧍🏻♀️ actually sorry for that :(( hopefully I'm back but I'll post slower than before! At least until I finish with all the requests
Also I was thinking of changing my writing style a bit, so I tried with this one!! Hope it's good enough :)
The Alolan sun was setting, painting the sky in vibrant hues of orange and pink. m/n was lounging on the couch in their shared apartment, scrolling through his phone when he heard the familiar sound of the front door opening.
"I'm back," Gladion's voice called out, sounding a bit more hesitant than usual.
m/n looked up, a smile already forming on his face. "Welcome home! How was training with-" His words trailed off as he took in the sight of his boyfriend.
Gladion stood in the doorway, his cheeks flushed a deep red that had nothing to do with the warm Alolan weather. His usual black outfit was in tatters, with several large tears across his jacket and pants. His blonde hair was disheveled, sticking up in even more directions than usual.
"What happened?" m/n asked, jumping to his feet in concern.
Gladion averted his gaze, his blush deepening. "Type: Null got a bit... overenthusiastic during training today."
m/n crossed the room, reaching out to inspect the damage. Gladion flinched slightly but didn't pull away as m/n's fingers grazed the torn fabric of his jacket.
"Are you hurt?" m/n asked, his eyes scanning for any signs of injury.
Gladion shook his head. "No, I'm fine. Type: Null would never actually harm me. It's just..." He gestured vaguely at his tattered clothes, his embarrassment palpable.
m/n couldn't help but chuckle softly. "Well, I'm glad you're okay. But your outfit has definitely seen better days."
Gladion groaned, running a hand through his messy hair. "I know. It's ridiculous. I should be able to control my own Pokémon better than this."
m/n placed a comforting hand on his arm. "Hey, don't be so hard on yourself. Type: Null is a powerful and unique Pokémon. It's natural for training to be challenging sometimes."
Gladion gave him a small, grateful smile, but m/n could still see the frustration in his green eyes.
"Thanks," Gladion murmured. Then, hesitantly, he added, "I, uh... I was wondering if you could help me with something."
m/n raised an eyebrow, intrigued. It wasn't often that Gladion asked for help. "Of course. What do you need?"
Gladion fidgeted with the hem of his torn jacket, avoiding m/n's gaze. "I was hoping... maybe you could help me mend these clothes? I know it's a lot to ask, but I don't really have any other options right now, and I can't exactly go out like this..."
m/n's heart swelled with affection. Gladion, always so independent and proud, was asking for his help. He knew how much it must have cost him to do so.
"I'd be happy to help," m/n said warmly. "Why don't you go take a shower and relax? I'll see what I can do with your clothes."
Relief washed over Gladion's face. "Thank you," he said softly, leaning in to press a quick kiss to m/n's cheek before disappearing into the bathroom.
As the sound of running water filled the apartment, m/n gathered his sewing supplies and set to work. The damage was extensive, but not irreparable. He carefully stitched up the tears, his fingers moving deftly as he thought about his boyfriend.
Gladion had come so far since they first met. Back then, he had been closed off, wary of forming any connections. But slowly, patiently, m/n had earned his trust. He had seen the kind, passionate person beneath Gladion's tough exterior. And now, here they were, sharing a life together.
The bathroom door opened, and Gladion emerged, a towel wrapped around his waist. His hair was damp, falling softly around his face without its usual styling. m/n couldn't help but admire the lean muscles of Gladion's chest and arms, a testament to his dedication to training.
"How's it going?" Gladion asked, peering over (m/n)'s shoulder at his handiwork.
"Almost done," m/n replied, tying off the last stitch. "They won't be perfect, but they should hold up until we can get you some new clothes."
Gladion took the mended outfit, examining m/n's work with a critical eye. "This is... really good," he said, sounding impressed. "Where did you learn to sew like this?"
m/n shrugged, a bit embarrassed by the praise. "Just picked it up here and there. It comes in handy sometimes."
Gladion slipped on the repaired clothes, adjusting them slightly. They fit well, the stitches barely noticeable unless you knew where to look.
"Thank you," he said again, his voice soft and sincere. "I don't know what I'd do without you."
m/n stood up, wrapping his arms around Gladion's waist. "Probably walk around in tattered clothes," he teased gently.
Gladion laughed, a rare, unguarded sound that never failed to make m/n's heart skip a beat. "Probably," he agreed, pulling m/n closer.
m/n leaned into Gladion's embrace, breathing in the clean scent of his shower gel mixed with something that was uniquely Gladion. "You know," he murmured, "you don't have to be embarrassed about asking for help. Not with me."
Gladion was quiet for a moment, his arms tightening around m/n. "I know," he said finally. "It's just... not easy for me. But I'm trying."
m/n pulled back slightly to meet Gladion's gaze, seeing the vulnerability in those green eyes that he rarely allowed anyone to see. "That's all I ask," m/n said, reaching up to brush a strand of damp hair from Gladion's forehead. "I love you, Gladion. All of you – the strong trainer, the dedicated brother, and yes, even the guy who sometimes needs help mending his clothes after a tough training session."
A smile tugged at the corners of Gladion's mouth, soft and genuine. "I love you too," he whispered, leaning in to capture m/n's lips in a tender kiss.
As m/n melted into the kiss, he knew that no matter what challenges came their way – be it difficult Pokémon training or torn clothes – he and Gladion would face them together. And really, that was all that mattered.
Other: IT HAS BEEN SO LONG SINCE I HAVE WRITTEN FLUFF THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING THIS~ Oh, it is short, so sorry about that.
Author: Yulta~
“(Y/N),” Gladion called, wrapping his arms around your waist. “Come to bed with me.”
You laughed, shaking your head as you scrolled through your phone. “It’s the middle of the afternoon, Gladion. I’m not tired.”
“Please?” He whined, flipping you around and taking your device. He threw it to the couch and kissed you. “I just wanna cuddle.”
“I love you, but I’m not in the mood,” you replied.
“Let me get you into the mood then,” he argued.
You rolled your eyes but complied, letting your boyfriend lead you to his bed. You lay down with him, you facing him as he held you close to him. He began rubbing your back, releasing some of the day’s tensions.
“Why are you so tense?” Gladion asked as he stroked your (h/c) hair.
“We run the Aether, it tends to get stressing,” you answered.
“Or you’re just a nervous person.” He kissed your forehead, flipping you over so he could sit on top of you. He massaged with both hands, making you release a low moan.
“Not nervous. I’m a worrier,” you laughed. You were thankful to have a boyfriend that cared about you so much, enough to take the time to relax you.
“Let me do the hard work then,” Gladion mused kindly.
“No, then I’ll have to learn to give massages. You’re much better at it than I ever will be,” you joked.
“Have I ever mentioned that I love you?” Gladion whispered into your ear, sending shivers down your spine.
“Not nearly enough,” you whispered back, a smirk on your lips.
