Mel lets herself into the bedroom without knocking—with any luck, Langdon will still be asleep and she'll be able to leave her pre-written note on top of his phone before she leaves for work. At first, she thinks she's in the clear, but then Langdon lifts his head, hair a fluffy mess, and turns to look at her.
"Hi." He clears his throat—not that it does much—before asking, "You heading out?"
"I am." Mel circles around the bed and sits at his side, doing her best to comb Langdon's hair into some semblance of order. "How do you feel?"
"Sick," Langdon says, and he looks every bit the part; his nose is pink from rubbing at it and in spite of about twelve hours of sleep, he still radiates exhaustion, eyes already closed again.
Sliding her hand down the side of his face, Mel pauses with her palm on his cheek, then goes down further to rest against his neck. His pulse races against her fingertips, somewhere in the 120s, and his skin is just as sweaty as she'd expect. "Can I get you anything before I go?"
He sniffles but doesn't reply, and Mel has to say his name softly before he answers, "Coffee, if you've got time."
Mel smiles—she'd expected this and has a pot already brewing—and adjusts the covers around Langdon's shoulder. "Coming right up."
When she returns with a mug of pale, sweet coffee, Langdon is sitting up and scrolling through his phone. "Looks like they couldn't get anyone to cover for me," he says. "Hope it's not too much of a shit show."
"We'll manage," Mel replies as she hands him the mug, then perches back on the bed; as much as she'd like to settle in next to him, that would only guarantee her showing up late. "I don't want to call in case you're sleeping, so—text me so I know you're okay?"
It isn't so much that she's worried—as miserable as Langdon is, nothing is truly alarming—but she'd rather not go the whole day without updates. After he takes a sip of his coffee, Langdon nods and holds a hand out for Mel to take. "I will."
Around noon, Mel's phone buzzes with a message, and she glances around before opening it. Proof of life, it says, followed by a selfie of Langdon on the couch in the oversized tee Mel had worn the night before. How's the morning going?
Steady, but not too bad
Everyone's asking about you
Tell them i'm dying and that they all should have been nicer to me when I was alive
I'm not going to do that
How are you feeling?
:)
Better—had some graham crackers and tylenol
watching the history channel
oh good!
text me any fun facts
unfortunately it's the ancient aliens spin off so there are zero facts
besides the fact that i love you
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Another Nurse Joy pokephilia fic where our main girl is transformed into a pokemon! Don't worry about how it happened, just that it did!
When she wakes up, she's confused and surprised.
Her eyes slowly adjust to the bright room, and she feels her body vibrate as she tries to vocalize a groan. She doesn't expect the high-pitched whine that comes out.
Her vision is suddenly filled with a pink blob that slowly takes the form of a woman's face, Nurse Joy.
"You're awake! Do you remember what happened?"
She tries to nod and say yes, but only a weak sounding "Vee..." comes out of her mouth.
"Good! Don't worry, you're all fixed up, and there appears to be no lasting damage. However, I did have to do something rather extensive to make sure that you survived...."
Nurse Joy turns around and picks up an object, turning back around she raises it.
It takes a moment to realize it's a mirror because rather than her very much human face being shown to her, she can only see an Eevee lying down on a bed.
Maybe she should have panicked at seeing her body completely changed, but with how exhausted she still felt, she could only manage to be at least a little glad that she's finally cute, even if it's as a pokemon.
Nurse Joy only looks concerned at her non reaction and sighs, putting down the mirror, "We'll make sure that you can adjust since I know how hard this must be."
Her eyes are drifting closed once more as Nurse Joy gets up to leave the room, and she wants to ask that she stay with her, but she's unconscious once more by the time the door shuts.
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The next time that she wakes up, she finally has enough energy to move and tries to stand up, only for her legs to give out under her and send her topping over the edge of the bed.
"EEv..." She lets out a groan of pain as she tries to stand up once more, somehow managing to stabilize herself enough to remain standing.
Afterward, she finds it shockingly easy to walk with four legs. Maybe it's because she has some kind of instincts from being an Eevee, and her body just knows how to, but either way, she's not going to question it.
Pushing open the room's door, she can hear voices drift through the hallway she finds herself in. Most of which she realizes are pokemon that she can now understand.
Her ears seem to swivel about on their own accord, picking up sounds from the entire building. As soon as she hears Nurse Joy’s voice, her body starts moving toward her as quick as she can make it without tripping over herself.
From the sound of several other humans talking, she falters slightly but still continues, wanting to make sure the woman who saved her knows that she's thankful.
One final push of a door, and she's in the Pokemon Center's lobby, her eyes immediately snap to the back of Nurse Joy’s head, and she slips behind the counter to figure out a way to talk to her.
She tries to look for any way to climb up on top of the counter, not wanting to attempt a 4 foot tall jump just yet, and her eyes can't help but get stuck looking at something else.
With how Nurse Joy’s outfit fits her, it's hard not to notice her ass, and a part of her really wants to get closer and look up the Nurse’s skirt.
She shoves those thoughts away after a moment and decides to just try and jump up on top of the counter since she can't see anything to climb up.
She knows she should be able to since she's seen videos of Eevees in Contests jumping a dozen feet in the air, so four is definitely possible.
That being said, when she tries to do so, she bangs her head on the edge of the counter and lands back at Nurse Joy’s feet.
She hears a gasp and feels her body being lifted up into comforting arms, "You're not supposed to be moving this much yet!"
She tries to tell the woman that she just wanted to thank her, but once again, her voice only comes out as, "Eevee Vee eevveevee....."
Her ears begin drooping as she realizes she can't even talk to Nurse Joy.
She then feels a hand stroking across her back's fur and Nurse Joy sadly responds, "After I get a look at your head and how well you've recovered, I'll bring you to my computer so you can type whatever you want to say, okay?"
The pain in her head seems to disappear and she can feel her tail start to swish back and forth in anticipation.
-
Her paws aren't the most dexterous of things, and she has to backspace several times as she's typing her message to Nurse Joy.
"Thank you for saving my life Nurse Joy"
"Oh! You're welcome! Is that all you wanted to say to me?" Nurse Joy smiles down at the Eevee, glad that it doesn't seem to feel too bad about the sudden change to it's body.
She's about to respond with a shake of her head, but then realizes that she should probably ask another question, "What's going to happen with me?"
Nurse Joy stares at her for a moment, lips pursed, before asking, "What do you want to happen?"
Before, she knows that she wouldn't have cared all that much, but now...
"Cab I stzy wiyth yuoui" She quickly types, her paws slightly shaky from nervousness.
Embarrassed, she tries to correct her spelling but freezes when Nurse Joy places a hand on top of her head and begins gently petting her, "Of course you can, but I'm here working most of the time, and I'm sure you'd want a trainer that's more...present."
"I can help you" She stares up at the other woman, practically trying to use Baby Doll Eyes to convince her.
Nurse Joy chuckles, petting her again as she does so, a feeling that she's quickly learning she enjoys quite a lot, "If that's what you really wish to do, then I won't stop you and If I'm going to be your trainer, then what do you want me to call you?"
She nearly instinctively types her old name, but instead types out, "Ilia"
-
It doesn't take long for Ilia to get used to her new life, if only for the fact that it's the first time that she's ever really felt alive.
She doesn't know much about how to help treat the pokemon that are admitted to the Pokemon Center, but Audino and Chansey have have been really nice and have been trying to teach her everything that she needs to know about assisting Nurse Joy around the Pokemon Center!
They've also taught her how to use Moves and she's even had a few battles with some of the trainers that have stopped by the Pokemon Center! She's not very good at battling so far, but she's trying really hard, she's gotta get strong enough make sure that Nurse Joy is safe, after all!
Then probably the best thing about her new life is the fact that she lives with Nurse Joy! She lives on the upper floor of the Pokemon Center, but even so, the living space is really nice and she gets to share a room with Nurse Joy!
The best part of that is that she gets to have lots of cuddles every night since Nurse Joy lets her sleep in the same bed with her!
Sometimes when Nurse Joy is working and she doesn't have anything to currently do, Ilia can just relax and lay on top of the counter and have her trainer pet her while she listens to the trainers and their pokemon in the lobby.
-
It takes about two weeks and accidentally being a witness to Nurse Joy undressing and changing into her work uniform for Ilia to remember just how gay she is.
Of course, she always thought that Nurse Joys were always beautiful, but it's something else to know one and spend nearly every moment with her.
One might think that Nurse Joy only acts a certain way because of her job, but Ilia's Nurse Joy seems to be so effortlessly kind and caring every moment of the day, and when they're alone together all of that is directed straight at Ilia.
So, of course, it takes only a couple of weeks for her to fall hopelessly in love with Nurse Joy.
That's only the beginning of the problem too, because with every time Nurse Joy compliments her on something she's done, or gives her those lovingly gentle touches, she can't help herself from getting hard.
Thankfully, Nurse Joy doesn't seem to notice whenever she gets an erection, but she does notice how happy Ilia gets when she does anything that causes an erection, which leads to her only doing those things more.
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It only takes two weeks after that for her to evolve.
It happens during a battle, one of the few in which Nurse Joy is battling alongside her, and one that she's losing badly. She's up against a traveling trainer's Medicham, one that she had talked to and agreed to a friendly battle when she asked for one.
Given Medicham's plethora of fighting-type moves, it shouldn't have been as devastating as it is, but she needed to put on a good showering for Nurse Joy! She needed to show her trainer that she can defend her from a pokemon that she's even weak to.
It's the moment after she had that thought that she felt a numb tingling feeling overtake her body and noticed the light shooting off of her, and suddenly she's taller and she's able to feel so much more.
She looks aside and finds that she has ribbons floating alongside her head and she can't help but smile as she rears back and uses Fairy Wind against her opponent.
And if she didn't know how much Nurse Joy cared for her, when she runs up to Nurse Joy after her battle, wrapping her ribbons around her trainer as she tackles her in a hug, she can feel how much affection, love, and pride her trainer has for her, and she's never been more glad that this is how her life went.
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Becoming a Sylveon Changes a lot of things for Ilia, most notably is the fact that her ribbons are like hands but way way better. it means that she can help Nurse Joy a lot more and she can do stuff for herself that she's wanted to be able to do forever.
She can cook and clean up and write and play games!
However, another thing that she quickly discovers she can do with her ribbons is finally relieving herself after being pent up for so long as an Eevee. And maybe she took a picture or two of Nurse Joy to help whenever she wanting something visual to masturbate to.
So, maybe she loses track of time while masturbating, too entranced in her thoughts of her trainer, and of course, her trainer, being who she is, gets concerned about Ilia staying up in their room all day.
Nurse Joy only grows more concerned as she hears the soft whines and moans of her pokemon through the bedroom, thinking that she must be in terrible pain.
When she finally opens the door she's greeted with the sight of her pokemon very very visibly masturbating to a picture of herself. With Ilia's position she can see her Sylveon using her ribbons to stroke her cock at...very fast speeds. The entire scene is only completed by the fact that the picture of her has cum dripping off of it and onto the towel that Ilia must have placed before she began.
She closes the door and backs away from it with a flushed face and wide eyes.
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Even if Ilia hadn't gained the ability to sense her trainer's emotions, she would have been able to see that something was up with her trainer, and, with that ability, she knows that something's wrong.
It's not like Nurse Joy is ignoring her, but for some reason, she avoids looking at her and always seems to be flustered. She's also been having a hard time going to sleep lately, which, Ilia can only assume, is because of how aroused and afraid she seems to get.
Every time she tries to ask her trainer about it, she gets told not to worry about it, and that only makes her worry worse. She asks the pokemon who've been at the Pokemon Center for a longer time if they know what the problem might be, but they haven't had a clue either.
The only real idea Ilia has had is that Nurse Joy met someone the other day when she shut herself in their room, and that thought fills her stomach with dread.
Lacking any real idea of what to do to help, she continues doing what she can to help Nurse Joy with everything she needs done around the Pokemon Center.
It only gets worse, especially when she begins using her ribbons to try to calm her trainer down so she can get to sleep. Whenever she pulls her ribbons away and stops doing it, Nurse Joy only gets more aroused!
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It takes a couple of weeks of this for her to finally give in and do what she's been wanting to do since day one. Once their shift is over for the night, Ilia pulls her trainer into their room to confront her about it, and she's not going to let her trainer leave until she tells her what's wrong!
Nurse Joy, on the other hand, can't help but imagine the possibilities of what her pokemon might want with her as she's shoved down onto her bed and locked inside their room by said pokemon. It takes a moment for her to focus enough on the fact that Ilia is glaring at her to speak, "Have I done something to make you angry?"
She goes slightly cross-eyed when she's presented with a piece of paper shoved in her face and has to grab it out of Ilia's ribbons.
"Syl..."
She looks at Ilia and is met with a pleading look that's reminiscent of the first day they spoke to one another.
She can guess pretty well what Ilia is trying to tell her, and finally reads the printed-out piece of paper.
"You've been acting strange, and it's been worrying me. I want to help you, but I can't do anything to help if you won't say anything. And if it wasn't obvious enough, I love you so so so so so so much, so pleaaasse let me help you!"
Her eyes begin to tear up, but she can't help but chuckle at the last sentence. She kneels down on the ground and pulls her pokemon into a hug, "I love you too, and I'm so sorry for worrying you, Ilia....I...I've been so stuck in my head that I didn't even realize that I was hurting you..."
Ilia nuzzles her cheek and wraps her ribbons around her trainer, glad that she finally seems to be opening up to her.
Nurse Joy squeezes Ilia tight and lets out a shuddering breath as she decides to just rip the band-aid off, "I saw you masturbating to me, and I didn't know how to deal with it because I found it really hot and I love you, but I can't stop thinking about you doing things to me, and I'm so scared that I'm going to do something to you and hurt you!"
Ilia blinks as she processes her trainer's words, feeling her body growing warmer and her cock getting completely hard as she does so.
Nurse Joy grows worried with the sudden silence and how still Ilia is, and pulls away from the hug, "I'm sorry, and I kn-mmghhfff!"
She lets out a yelp as she's suddenly pulled forward by her pokemon's ribbons and has a surprisingly long tongue force its way past her lips, and for a moment, she panics, but then that's washed away with the feeling of her pokemon's ribbons tightening around her.
She melts into the rough kiss, trying to do her best to match Ilia's pace, but is left breathless and tapping her pokemon's side so that she can get some air.
Ilia pulls away from Nurse Joy, the reality of what she's just done suddenly hitting her and causing her to pull away, ears pinned to her head.
However, even as she's gasping for breath, Nurse Joy reaches out and grasps Ilia's leg and pulls her pokemon back towards herself.
She kisses Ilia on the cheek, and between breaths, she reassures, "It's...okay, Ilia. You...don't need...to be scared..."
Relaxing into her trainer's touch, she wraps her ribbons around her once again, finding herself even more comforted by how much love and affection pours off of her.
Then she jumps when Nurse Joy's hand sneaks around and grabs hold of her cock, beginning to gently stroke it as Ilia begins to relax again.
Ilia can't help but thrust into her trainer's hand, quiet whines coming from her throat. Nurse Joy smiles in response, leaning forward for another kiss, which Ilia happily returns, her tongue eagerly exploring her trainer's mouth.
She then takes a chance, and one of her ribbons reaches down under Nurse Joy's skirt, feeling around until she finally finds the damp spot on her panties and begins caressing it.
Nurse Joy lets out a small moan, and she pulls back from the kiss, letting her trainer breathe. She then pulls her trainer's hand away from her body, causing Nurse Joy to look at her in confusion and then shock as she wraps her ribbons around her midsection and legs, and lifts her up and onto the bed with her legs hanging off the edge.
"Ilia! What was that fo-oroaaahh~" Nurse Joy is cut off by Ilia stuffing her head under her skirt and fervently licking at that same damp spot in her panties.
Feeling emboldened by her trainer's lovely noises, she uses her ribbons to lift up her trainer's lower half and slips off her panties, as well as making sure she gives her trainer's ass an appreciative squeeze while she does so.
"Ohh that's REally NIce!~" Nurse Joy moans out as Ilia pushes her tongue into her, nuzzling into her clit as she revels in the sounds that her trainer is letting out.
Then she finds a spot with her tongue that seems to make her trainer moan even louder, and then legs wrap around her head, forcing her to press her head even harder into Nurse Joy's crotch.
The smell of her trainer's juices and the taste of them on her tongue leave her in a haze in which the only thing that matters is tasting and hearing and smelling more of Nurse Joy.
She suddenly feels her trainer's legs clench around her head, and her trainer screams out one final moan with those same juices filling her mouth, and she greedily swallows down, not wanting to waste even a drop of her beloved trainer.
She doesn't stop until Nurse Joy's legs finally unclench, and she remains unmoving entirely.
Begrudgingly, Ilia pulls her head out from under her trainer's skirt to make sure that her trainer is okay, and she feels some pride as she sees Nurse Joy barely there with a dopey smile and half-lidded eyes.
Ilia jumps up onto the bed and feels a little fuzzy inside when her trainer turns to her with a bright, happy smile. She leans down and gives her a small kiss, one that's returned with a small giggle, "Wet fur!"
"VeON." Ilia points a ribbon right at Nurse Joy's eyes so that she can see it before rubbing her whole face on her trainer's and causing her trainer to giggle and sputter in equal measure.
Ilia gets ready to lie down with her trainer, not wanting to push her too far, but she's once again grabbed by the woman, "Please don't stop...I want you inside me..."
She immediately perks up and feels her cock twitch at just the thought of being inside her trainer. Ilia ignores the giggles of her trainer as she excitedly lifts up her skirt and tries to figure out the most comfortable way to line herself up with her trainer's pussy.
She pulls Nurse Joy slightly further off the bed so she can put her front paws on the bed and thrust up and into her trainer while still being able to see her trainer's reactions.
Maybe the only thing keeping her trainer from falling is her ribbons, but it works, and seeing Nurse Joy with her skirt pulled up, no panties, and looking at her with that loving smile is worth any comfort that she gives up.
With a little wiggle, she uses a ribbon to line herself up with her trainer's entrance and slowly thrusts into her, savoring the way her trainer squeezes her cock and how hot it is inside of her.
Nurse Joy lets out a pleasure-filled hum and reaches a hand up to stroke Ilia's head, "Good girl, Ilia~"
Her trainer lets out another little giggle as Ilia almost unthinkingly thrusts farther into her at her compliment, stopping only at her knot.
Ilia embarrassedly buries her head into Nurse Joy's cleavage as she begins thrusting, and quickly finds herself forgetting about it.
However, even more embarrassing are the involuntary high-pitched whines and moans that she makes as she moves her hips to meet her trainer's.
She does look up whenever she starts hearing Nurse Joy start moaning, meets her trainer's eyes, and feels her heart flutter at the realization that she's actually having sex with her trainer.
Her thrusts begin to pick up their pace, even with how tiring it is, because she doesn't want to disappoint her trainer.
To give her lower half a break, she begins using her ribbons to pull her trainer down on her cock and then off of it, and when she feels herself getting close to cumming, she starts pulling Nurse Joy into her thrusts, causing her to nearly squeal.
She can feel her trainer straining against her ribbons, trying to wrap her legs around her again, and she loosens her hold on Nurse Joy enough to drop her down on her cock and forcing her knot inside of her trainer.
Ilia's eyes widen as she nearly immediately orgasms alongside her trainer, both shuddering as she pumps her cum deep inside of her trainer and continues thrusting her knot into her trainer, far after she's finished cumming.
With her knot stuck inside of her trainer, Ilia can't do much but lift them both up completely up and over the edge of the bed, so that she doesn't have to strain herself to keep Nurse Joy from falling onto the ground.
Through heavy breaths, Nurse Joy pets Ilia on the head again, "Really....good girl..."
Ilia soon discovers that one downside of knotting her trainer is that she can't even kiss her while she waits for her knot to go down.
-
The next day, things are surprisingly normal, sore bodies aside. They have a long conversation about their new relationship, and after Ilia asks Nurse Joy to marry her, Nurse Joy decides that they'll see where it goes first.
And despite Ilia's rejection, she's happier than she's ever been in her life! She gets to spend every day with the woman she loves and gets to sneak in kisses here and there, and every night they get to have lots and lots of sex!
"Mr. Black, would you care to explain what happened?" Dumbledore asked.
Minerva could see how her student tensed at the use of his last name and she almost felt for him. But when her eye fell onto the bruised knuckles, -she should have cleaned the blood off of them- that tiny bit of sympathy dissolved like snow on a sunny day.
"I was defending myself, Sir."
The headmaster merely hums, and Minerva can't help the scoff that slips out of her.
"Mr. Bla- Sirius, you punched mister Lupin. Three times. Without reason. In what world does that count a self defence?" She asks the young man in front of her.
"I... what? No, it wasn't Remus. I don't know who it was. Professor, someone hit me and I just..." He trails off as realisation seems to dawn on him. "I punched Remus?"
"My boy, according to mister Potter, Remus went to pull you into a hug. You immediately punched him."
Confusion is written all over his face. And suddenly Minerva realises that this is not just a boy lashing out for no reason, but instead, a young man who's so unfamiliar with affection, that he doesn't recognise it. Not even when it hits him in the face.
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"I got two weeks of detention. I know that doesn't make this any better, but I'm getting my punishment. I shouldn't have hit you."
"Padfoot,"
"I'll go now. I get that you probably don't-"
"Sirius, shut up for a second. Please," Remus sighs from the bed. He looks tired, and Sirius can't help but feel that weird itch to hold his hand. "I want you to stay. And I could really use a hug, so get on this sodding bed, you bloody mutt."
So Sirius climbs onto the bed. Careful to not hurt Remus any further. As soon as both boys are comfortable, Remus can feel his friend slowly drifting into a slumber.
"Sleep well Padfoot, I'll teach you how love works."
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the room is filled with a heavy silence, disturbed every so often by the soft exhales comingfrom Ben's slumbering form. she tiptoes in careful not to wake him. she'd tried falling asleep in her spacious bed, but the blankets were thin and the heating would only get fixed later that week. besides, there wasn't much point in drifting off, when she'd only get woken by yet another nightmare. all her life Rey had slept alone. huddling on faded couches, curled in on herself on icy floorboards. this bed shouldn't have been any different. the tattered blanket was now tightly wrapped around her quivering shoulders. freezing. she knew his room was a little further down the hallway, Ben would let her in, especially when he heard about her broken heating. that's how she found herself, standing in the doorway, watching his peaceful form as he slept. the soft hint of a smile curling at his upper lip. Rey doesn't bother waking him. instead she precariously inserts herself under the dull grey covers and into the crook of his arm. soon they're wrapped around each other. cocooned in their warmth. now she's finally safe from the nightmares and cold. now she can sleep.
He lays in his too small bed within his too small bedroom, staring at his dirty ceiling for endless hours. He should ask his parents if they can paint it. It's depressing, keeps him awake for long expanses of time, nearly drives him mad with the spots of age that continue to grow with every passing day.
In the night, in the dark, when sleep resists, retreats, hovers at the edges of his consciousness like caressing fingers he can't quite grasp, they come for him. Memories. Sharp, soft, bright, crushing.
They filter in, infect, creep like invading vines that nothing can control. Hints of laughter, biting, scornful words, teasing taunts encased behind shielding bed curtains in the small hours of distant mornings. Imaginary hands drag over him, embarking on an exploration that send shivers up his spine even now. Grey eyes, shadowed in the near darkness surrounding, staring at him with reverence, like he mattered. Like he wasn't as broken as he'd always thought. Like he was loved unconditionally.
Remus still remembers the look on James' face when he'd woken in the infirmary the morning after. Sirius hadn't been there. Remus hadn't seen him for two days afterwards. No words had been spoken, no fleeting glances exchanged. Sirius had vanished, sat in a different train compartment on their ride back to King's Cross at the end of term.
So Remus lays in the dark, staring at his ceiling, trying to pretend that had been imaginary, too, just like the tender fingers he can still feel charting pathways over his skin even now.
This is dedicated to @icontainmultitides. I'm a little rusty writing for this couple so I hope you enjoy it. Wrote some soft pining amongst best friends. Hope it is a good gift. 💕
Thanks for @thereluctantbadger for organizing this and putting it all together. You and the others have been so welcoming into this Fandom. 😄
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"Oh no don't come any closer!" The sound of a scream faded out as a commercial about foot cream came on.
"I think the special effects for this one might be the worst that we watched yet." Arya snorted, reaching for the bowl of popcorn on the coffee table beside her propped up feet. She shoveled a hand full straight into her mouth, wiping the greasy butter on her distressed blue jeans. They were old anyways and beside she was just hanging out with her friend, no need to feel like she should dress up.
The movie they were watching was called Night Watch 3: Return of the Night King. It was the third installment of a 1970s creature sci-fi film about a group of unlikely men who had to defend their country's border on accident from a giant ice men invasion. The musical score was lackluster, the acting left more to be desired and the grainy resolution was definitely meant to only been impressive in the time it was created.
As such Arya and Gendry had been laughing for the majority of the movie, rather than hopping into each other's arms scared. The movie was a part of a ritual created by the two, a year into their friendship after Gendry admitted he had never seen the musical slasher Sonny's Galactic Carhop.
After that they had spent every opportunity they could find to watch the worst horror movies known to man. It was also a great excuse for Arya to stay at Gendry's apartment.
"Yeah, but I would still let him kill me rather that row in a boat." Gendry laughed, his deep chuckle making her cheeks flush. They used a scale to determine how scary a lead creature was. If you'd let them kill you then you didn't find them very scary, but the most terrifying one that they ever watched was a 1990s film where the protagonist not only got turned into the monster but he also decided the only way he could make anything safe was to essentially drink poison and row out in a boat to an undisclosed location. It was such an anticlimactic and weirdly traumatizing movie that they now use it as the highest scale of heck no in ratings.
"I don't know," Arya shrugged, "I'd still rather be beheaded in the Town Square."
Gendry turned his body towards her. "That's because you have no taste. No one wants to watch their loved one, no matter the monster, be killed that way."
Arya laughed scooting closer, "You don't know what you're talking about. That killing could have started a whole catalyst of things."
"No."
"Yes huh, You're just an idiot." She could feel his breath ghosting across their shared space. If he wanted to kiss her, he could, right?
"Well if I'm such an idiot, why are you over here?" Gendry questioned, legs almost touching her on the couch. Arya flushed, looking away. Her best friend was looking at her with that weird stare he had. She still couldn't place why it made her heart flutter faster.
"Don't flatter yourself, You bull! I just came over to make sure you knew the difference between the light switch and the the garbage disposal."
Gendry began to open his mouth but Arya shushed him, turning back to their feature film. She was happy for the distraction. Their closeness was distracting her. She'd told herself she wouldn't entertain the concept of dating either him. He didn't seem like he was interested anyway. They lapsed back into a comfortable commentary until another commercial came on.
"So," Gendry started, propping his elbow up on the couch and completely shifting his body to face her. "What is the reason you're actually here?"
"What do you mean?" Arya began to pick at the rips in her jeans.
"It's Valentine's night and you're spending it watching creature features with me. Couldn't get Ned to ask you out like a man?"
"No." Arya rolled her eyes. She didn't get why Gendry said Ned's name with bitterness. It wasn't like she was in love with her on and off again boyfriend.
"Ned and I are through. We have been for a while."
The silence that descended after that was deafening.
"What did he do?" The man before her growled, his indignation clear in his voice.
"It wasn't him. I cut things off. I didn't want to be with him anymore. Besides I'm here because I needed to be out of the house. Sansa was planning something weird with Theon and on a normal day they make me want to gag. I can't imagine what our apartment looks like now."
Gendry got up, "Yeah it's proabably crazy."
"I bet there's mood lighting." She snorted.
"And romantic petals everywhere." Some shuffling was heard from behind her.
"Right"
Gendry chuckled from the kitchen. "And an assortment of her favorite food laid out because he knows her so well."
He placed a bowl of clam pasta next to apples dipped in caramel and some chicken.
"What are you-" Arya looked at Gendry, "When did you-" She was shocked. All these were her favorites, especially the clams.
"Hot Pie had a hot date and left his leftovers on the counter. You want any?" He shrugged not making eye contact with her.
"Of course." She grabbed an assortment of everything, munching happily.
"I can't believe Hot Pie's new girlfriend almost has the same food taste as I do. She is one lucky girl to have a guy cook all this food for her, right?"
Gendry paused looking at her before nodding. "Yeah, she is."
