Disclaimer: A few things:

1. I am so incredibly sorry for being off for so long, and for not replying to PMs. School has been insane, and my email got hacked, making it difficult to know when someone has PMed me. I am so, so sorry to anyone that I worried with my absence.

2. I have deleted a few chapters of Love because I submitted them to my high school Yearbook, and the one I picked to send in got accepted \ ^w^ / However, because of that, you won't be able to review the first three or so of these chapters.

3. You are still free to send in requests, but please don't be offended if I never get around to writing it. I just don't have as much free time as I used to ^^;

(4. Autumn, of course we're still friends! I was really worried when I never heard back from you; I'm glad to hear that you're okay. You were one of the first people I met on here.)

Question: How has everyone been in my absence?

My Answer: I'd love to hear from everyone!

Characters: N X Uninterested!Reader.

Summary: A retelling of my N X Reader fic.

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Uninterested

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"(Name)?"

Your sleep-encrusted eyes opened a crack. You'd know that voice anywhere. "N, it's-" You glanced blearily at the clock "- - one in the morning."

"Yes," he said without an ounce of shame. Your mattress squeaked when he sat down on its edge, and a stray lock of his hair tickled your face.

Sighing, you cocooned yourself further in your blankets, peeved at being woken up. Maybe if I ignore him, he'll leave.

No such luck.

"Were you sleeping?" he asked next.

Resigning yourself to the fact that he wasn't going to leave, you rolled over to face him. His eyes were like blue sparks in the gloom. "What do you think?"

"Well, judging by the puffiness of your eyes and general hostility-"

You sighed loudly, cutting him off. "That was a rhetorical question. What do you want, N?"

He blinked slowly. Now that you were getting accustomed to the dark, you could see that his hair was devoid of its usual hat: his bedclothes were rumpled, his wrists clear of the bangles he typically wore. "I wanted to test something." He glanced away. "I was speaking with Bianca…"

Shit, not again.

"…and she was telling me about kisses."

"Fascinating," you deadpanned, pulling the covers up to your face. "I'm happy that you discovered something new, but can you be socially awkward somewhere else?"

He cocked his head, seemingly unable to figure out your tone. "No," he said, drawing the word out uncertainly. "Bianca said that you kiss the ones you care about. You are the only one I care enough about to bestow a kiss. Bianca is an acquaintance, and I attempted to give one to Cheren, but he flailed and hit me. It was a rather unpleasant experience."

"You are not kissing me."

"But I care about you."

You pulled down the covers to glare at him. "I swear to Arceus, I will put tar in your hair if you try to kiss me. Leave."

A petulant expression was seeping onto his face. "I simply want to test it out-"

"And I will simply throw you out the window if you try."

He lingered for a moment. Then, with a small sigh, he got up and began shuffling away.

You were just about to go back to sleep when something occurred to you. "Hey, hold up."

"Hm? What is it, (Name)?"

"How the hell did you get in here?"

"Ah. Well, your skylight tends to be unlocked…"

Needless to say, the former king of Team Plasma woke up with tar in his hair the next morning.