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[pokeshippingflashfic]

Maybe Pocky Game?

“Okay, so what snacks do we have?” Tracey asked as Ash turned the plastic bag in his possession over and all the contents spilled onto the living room floor.

“I didn’t know what everyone was in the mood for so I got some chips and dip, crackers, cookies, and a couple different kinds of pocky.”

“I can’t believe you guys turned down my offer to cater just so you can waste money on delivery and junk food…” Brock moped momentarily from his seat on the couch, leaning forward and sussing the many different boxes and bags around. “That being said, I call first dibs on the chips!”

“Jeez, you all are like animals!” Misty whined with a scoff. “By the way Ash, how come you didn’t grab us any ice cream?”

“Uuh, I didn’t think…” the youngest of their group began sheepishly, “I mean, it’s not great sleepover food anyway, right? We’re not supposed ta be worried about portion control and with ice cream you either gotta, y’know, portion some into a bowl or eat straight from the container, then rush the rest to the freezer when you’re done with it!”

The four of them scrambled to each of their sleeping bags on the Ketchum living room floor, Ash in the center, Misty to his right, and Brock and Tracey squished on his left while Pikachu hopped haphazardly around them all.

“This doesn’t seem like it was the most well thought out idea…” the redhead mumbled as she accidentally nudged Ash with her foot while tucking into a cross-legged position.

“This get-together sleepover was the best idea!” Ash responded stubbornly. “Since none of us get to travel together anymore, this is a great way for us all to spend some time together!”

“Well why don’t we spend it sleeping under the stars in your backyard?” Brock asked. “Misty’s right. This is kinda cramped for all four of us, isn’t it?”

“I guess it’s just a good thing your mom’s not home and forced to jump over all of us to get into the kitchen,” Tracey noted as he snatched one of the two boxes of crackers and proceeded to open them.

“Yeah, she’ll be back tomorrow. Anyway, I’m in the mood to watch television! I spend most of the year sleeping out in the grass! I got nothin’ against it but I’m craving central air and electricity tonight!” Ash responded.

Misty pursed her lips but made no further comment beyond an unintelligible grunt.

“So let’s see what’s on!” Brock went on, wrenching backwards to retrieve the remote from its place wedged between two couch cushions and tossing it to their host.

“I ordered the pizza about twenty minutes ago so it should be here in less than an hour,” their artist friend informed them, turning to rest on his stomach so he was more comfortable.

The next half-an-hour or so went by rather smoothly, beginning with Ash flipping through channels before landing on a televised recasting of the latest Johto coordinating festival championships. By the time it was over, a third of the snack food had been consumed and the pizza had just arrived to sate the remnants of their unspoiled appetites.

The minutes wore quickly into an hour, then two, each of them taking turns controlling the remote. Misty was last in control and had stumbled upon a cliche romantic drama that was currently in the middle of hitting its climactic moment.

“Ugh, c’mon, Misty,” Ash groaned, holding Pikachu to him and scratching the Pokemon behind the ears. “There’s gotta be somethin’ else! Anything else!”

The redhead didn’t respond, engrossed completely in the sappy dialogue and pink pop background aesthetic.

Tracey and Brock, who’d been slightly more mature about the viewing content, whispered back and forth to each other for a minute or two in between moments of flashy dialogue exchanges on-screen.

“What’re you two talkin’ about?” their young friend asked, grateful at the prospect of some other form of entertainment.

“Oh, we were just… thinking of a game,” the future breeder introduced with a brief knowing glance shared between himself and Tracey.

“A game, huh? What kinda game?”

“Well, it’s sort of a small, two player game. We figured since we have the pocky it might be nice to play it.”

“It’s a game that involves food?!” Ash yelped excitedly in response. “Sign me up! Anything to get away from that,” he finished lamely with a strained nod towards the television.

“Well we were thinking you could play with Misty, ya know?” Tracey explained now. “It would help her distance herself from her whatever drama show. Maybe by the time you’re done it’ll be your turn to have the remote again.”

“Ooh, good point! Okay, so how do we play?”

Time continued to slither by as Misty longingly watched the main character confess her love to her male costar and the two shared a tender embrace followed by a passionate kiss. She was so sure that they wouldn’t be able to work things out after the rumors had spread around their peers and caused a divergence in their previous relationship… but they had! Now there were only one or two closing scenes left until the end credits…

“Heya, Misty!” Ash exclaimed, popping obnoxiously into her line of sight and quickly spoiling her view and her mood.

“Mr. Pokemon Master,” she acknowledged stiffly, craning her neck to try and see around him, a much more polite response than her initial instinct had attempted to pave for her.

Ash mirrored her movements, overtaking her view of the screen behind him, before thrusting a small box in her face.

“Ya wanna play a game with me?” he asked as she quirked a brow at the green tea flavored pocky he was holding.

“A… game? What game?”

“It’s called the Pocky Game!”

Whatever the redheaded gym trainer had been expecting, it wasn’t that. There was no way… Since when did Ash know anything about that?! And since when had he been brave or aware enough to request her compliance with such a thing?!

Somewhat delayed, she turned a wary and suspicious gaze on Brock and Tracey, who’d become mysteriously immersed in a conversation she couldn’t make out. Neither of them were looking at her… but she couldn’t tell if both of them were going out of their way to not look at her.

“Misty…?” Ash began awkwardly, and aforementioned teenage girl moved from her prone position so that she was sitting upright instead.

“Do you know what the Pocky Game is, Ash?” she had to ask, staring fervently at him as if daring him to lie.

“A - ah, yeah, o - o’course I do!” was his egoistic response as he stuck his nose high in the air, a slight blush clashing against his naturally dark complexion.

She’d had to double check. She’d had to be absolutely certain, of course… but hearing her best friend’s confirmation, she felt a soft, lofty flutter of hope drift through her as she raised her head so that they were staring evenly at each other.

Was it finally happening…?

Ash took her continued intense gaze as agreement to play the game, ripping the box of pocky open and removing the little foil wrapper inside, pulling it apart and extracting a single biscuit stick coated in mellow green and placing one end between his lips, inching forward so that she could take the other end into her own mouth.

Well… there was absolutely no misinterpreting this, was there?

The two of them began to nibble on their sides of the pocky biscuit, making minuscule advancement towards the center as seconds wore on. Misty was surprised to see Ash’s face contort in extreme focus as much as hers, impressed by his patience and fortitude. Sure, victory was one thing but she wasn’t willing to give up either and… if they both held on just a split second longer…

There was an unfamiliar brush against her lips. She blinked rapidly in panic, freckled skin draining of color and contrasting harshly with the rampant flush that infected her face as her lips fully met Ash’s before her eyes fluttered closed and she internally rejoiced.

Her quiet, intramural celebration was cut short when, after a respectable amount of time holding her position, she eased her eyes open… and was immediately caught off guard by Ash staring wildly back at her.

A resounding thought crashed down on her as they slowly drew apart from each other, breath so shallow she wasn’t sure it was enough to sustain consciousness much longer.

“You… didn’t know, did you?”

(Oh, look, another fic I’m gonna have to write a sequel for! Feel free to send in requests for it! I’m gonna try and knock out another one already in my inbox before the end of the night!)

[musubiki]

So,I started watching you and I just gotta say...THAT I LOVE YOUR ART!LIME AND MOCHI ARE JUST CUTE!

THANK YOU SM!!!!!

[marisexmas]

thealexxa123 replied to your post “clemont/serena fanfic”

You should kinda fix some things.It looks like a Clemont x Reader story rather than a Clemont x Serena story.

to be fair, serena is the protagonist of the games and you get to name her, so in a sense I guess it could be considered a clemont x reader fic, even if I didn’t intend it that way

and that aside, this fic was written almost 5 years ago, so I don’t feel right going in and editing it after all that time? but I still appreciate the comment and appreciate you reading such an old fic of mine friend!

[tiredclemont]

This account is still online?Cool!

I mean I think it is? Reblog pretty much everyday. Lol

[pokeshippingflashfic]

sequel Pocky Game

(Follow-up to “Pocky Game”, which many people requested! @chumpyamigo, @miyatoriaka, @thealexxa123… Tagged because their request asks for this fic weren’t used to post it.)

A resounding thought crashed down on her as they slowly drew apart from each other, breath so shallow she wasn’t sure it was enough to sustain consciousness much longer.

“You… didn’t know, did you?”

It was a ludicrous marvel to watch Ash scramble for his escape, doing his utmost to look anywhere except for at her as he ran upstairs, claiming he needed to use the bathroom right away. Pikachu followed loyally after his distressed trainer while Misty watched in heart-aching awe.

That was just before the earth-shattering quake of righteous fury began to overtake her - partially at Ash because wasn’t it her who should be the one to run away in mortification? And partially at the third party duo she just knew had been behind it all.

“It was you two, wasn’t it?!” she whispered breathlessly, practically hyperventilating as she rounded on Tracey and Brock. “There was no way Ash had even heard of that game before tonight and you tricked him into playing!” She would have been screeching if she wasn’t so concerned it would draw more attention from the wrong person (i.e., Ash).

“Whoa, wait a sec, Misty!” Brock shouted, backing away on his knees, hands up in front of his face to ward her back. “C’mon, it was just a joke, right? No big deal! Ash didn’t expect it but he’ll get over it by morning! Probably forget the whole thing!”

“I - I don’t want him to forget the whole thing!” she responded too quick to better phrase her response with a stomp of her foot.

“I knew it!” the future doctor exclaimed with a confident smirk and the snap of his fingers.

“O - or maybe I do! I dunno! It’s just… he didn’t ask for this and… it’s not fair it happened this way!” she attempted once more. But of course it was even more than that, though her outrage made it impossible to string the proper words together in that moment.

“But you did want it to happen, didn’t you?” Tracey pointed out next with a nod in her direction as if hoping to coax her into a confession.

His perceptive nature was enough to cause her to clam right up. She knew she would have been better off running away like Ash had done. She knew it was all too good to be true.

It wasn’t just about Ash of course, though she had felt some misguided need to defend his ignorance in this case. At the end of the day, she also had to think about herself…

“I don’t know what you two were really trying to pull, whether you thought you were helping or thought it wouldn’t really matter once it was over somehow… but it’s not a joke to me. Now I have to figure out how to convince Ash that it didn’t mean anything special to me when, even if he didn’t know about how the Pocky Game works, it definitely did.” Misty huffed, turning on her heel and launching around the couch and upstairs.

In his room, Ash’s head was abuzz, questions flurrying about so quickly inside his head that he couldn’t find the time to form a single answer.

“Pika…? Pikapi?”

“O - oh, uh, hey buddy,” the teenage boy stuttered with a resigned sigh, staring at his Pokemon through his reflection in the vanity mirror. “Thanks for checking on me. I’ll be okay, of course. That was just… unexpected.”

It wasn’t his first kiss. It wasn’t his first unexpected kiss. It wasn’t his first kiss on the lips. It wasn’t even his first kiss on the lips with an audience present. But there’d been something so entirely overwhelming about the situation, about the closeness of Misty’s flushed and freckled cheeks, about her half-lidded blue-green eyes and her fluttering eyelashes and the intimate rise and fall of her chest from less than a foot away…

“Gah!” he exclaimed in retaliation, jamming his palms over his own eyes as if that would block the imagery creeping up from the back of his mind. This was nothing, nothing new, he’d been there a few times before so why was this particular kiss so much… more somehow?

“Ash?” a familiar voice that he wanted absolutely nothing to do with at the present time drifted softly from behind his closed bedroom door. “C’mon, we gotta talk about… what happened downstairs.”

“I’m, uh… I’m sleeping!”

“Obviously you’re not!” Misty shouted immediately back, a slight twinge of ire obvious in her tone.

“I’m sick, very sick, gotta get some rest to feel better now!”

“Pikapi!” Pikachu admonished from his spot on the corner of his bed before the redhead could reply again.

“Fine!” the teenage boy groaned, caving to their combined demands, “C - come in, Mist…”

He joined his Pokemon partner on the bed, sitting stiffly, his spine straight as a lightning rod, nerves on end in panic over what would happen next. Misty cautiously opened the door, caught sight of him, stepped inside. He still couldn’t look her in the eye, instead hyper-focusing on her bare feet as she came to stand in front of him.

“Ash, I’m sorry about what happened back there. I… To be honest, I don’t know what else to say to you,” the redhead shrugged, beating back the small part of her that wanted to hone in on his cowardice and mock him for it like normal. She really missed their normal right now.

“It’s just… Tracey and Brock taught me the game but…” he wistfully shook his head, commentary faltering.

“Yeah, I figured that one out for myself, and trust me, I’m gonna get ‘em,” the redheaded girl muttered through gritted teeth, fists clenching at her sides. Then her overall posture relaxed once more as she stared down at him where he sat, Pikachu sitting bipedal at his side in support. “I promise I wouldn’t have let things go the way they did if I’d known that you didn’t know.”

There was a pregnant pause as the three occupants of the room braced themselves, steeped in silence. Misty’s face was aflush with a complicated ratio of appropriate embarrassment and unbecoming fulfillment. In the back of her mind, a part of her subconscious cheered through the guilt and anger and confusion of everything. Finally… something had happened between them, even if it hadn’t gone as planned.

Unfortunately while she was busy suppressing that part of her, Ash’s expression was pivoting over another realization entirely.

“Misty,” he began, finally looking her in the eye for the first time since the incident, “you said you would get Brock and Tracey back for what happened.”

“Uh… yeah?”

“‘Cause they put us in this position by not telling me that… the kinda thing that could happen if we both played the game to that point.”

“Right?” she responded blankly.

“But you also… when I brought up the game to you, you also asked me if I knew what the game was,” he continued pointedly, internally putting the puzzle pieces together so quick he felt a headache coming on from the pressure build up, “as if you knew how things might go at the end.”

“Oh…”

“And then you agreed to play it with me.” He stared the magenta-faced redhead down, daring her to deny his suspicions. “So that must have meant you wouldn’t have minded a kiss with me at least. You knew it was possible. M - maybe you even wanted it. Is that right?”

You’re out of your mind! she wanted to screech at first but her sandpaper tongue wouldn’t allow the syllables to form. What makes you think I’d ever want something like that with you?! she tried next but the secondary statement fared no better past her lips than the first.

Ash Ketchum watched the poor girl struggle, so pink in the face she looked just ready enough to faint from her internal brawl. Pikachu stood gaping at his master’s side as the situation unfolded before them.

The younger of the two trainers didn’t know what he expected (nor wanted) to hear but he was on the edge of his seat with bated breath until the girl standing in front of him finally buckled and mutely nodded her head after a solid few minutes of wringing her hands out around her night shirt.

Cotton filling his lungs and throat, Ash was barely able to get the next question out of his mouth. But he was in too deep not to go the distance now.

“Why is that? Why would you wanna kiss me?”

Misty mustered a shrug of indifference while her nerves burst alive in trepidation. However even she knew the situation wasn’t going anywhere and he wasn’t likely to let the subject drop until he heard her speak.

“I just… I’m sorry, Ash.”

“I don’t want you to apologize, I want you to tell me the truth!”

He was on his feet instantaneously, his hands grabbing her fitful ones and softly turning them palm up, gliding his thumbs downward and easing her fingers open, her tangled shirt hem falling away. He swore he could feel an erratic pulse in the blue of her veins as his thumbs trailed over them but the humming faded just as quickly, replaced by a profuse need to know greater than he’d ever thought he’d experience.

Any other day, Ash would have willed such a weird, sappy topic away, choosing ignorance in a heartbeat.

“I’ve wanted it for a long time, to kiss you,” she finally confessed in a murmur just loud enough to hear. “I only did it tonight because… I thought you wanted it too, and that was why you asked to play the pocky game with me. I guess I should’ve… known better, huh?” she finished with a wry grin, cheeks splotching red after holding back her breath and tears. “It was dumb of me to think you’d figured me… my feelings out to that extent.”

It took the teenage boy far longer than it probably should have for him to decipher the emotion filling him up was joy. How was it possible he was happy to hear that Misty had wanted so long to kiss him? How long had he even liked Misty in that way without knowing it…?!

“Ash…” The aforementioned female began in an aggravated tone, “… why the heck are you smiling? That’s not… I should kick…”

Of course only Misty could follow up her confession of love (as it more or less was) with a physical threat but that seemed to impress upon him all the more how strongly she felt somehow and he reassuringly squeezed her hands in response.

“Heh, Mist, it turns out that I might like you too! And,” he paused here as the redhead went still, eyes as wide as his had most definitely been after kiss earlier in the evening, swaying unsteadily for a moment as she came to terms with his statement, “next time you wanna try locking lips we don’t gotta play a game… unless you want to.”