Disclaimer: I'm replaying Emerald now and am fangirling over Steven, so expect some HoennChampionShipping soon, okay?
Question: Can you guys give me a question?
My Answer: Because I'm brain-dead.
Characters: Nurse Joy (s) X Brock, as requested.
Summary: Oh, Brock…
Fantasy
~It's you and me,
Let me play the lead role in your wildest dream:
So baby, tell me- what's your fantasy?~
"Oh, Brock, I love your squinty anime eyes…"
"Brock, I've heard that miners are really buff. Care to take off your shirt to prove it?"
"I can't believe you haven't had a girlfriend before. How is that even possible?"
Brock sat on a plush velveteen couch, surrounded by a harem of Nurse Joys. They were feeding him grapes, fanning him with oversized Chinese fans and cooing over him, their eyes twinkling with adoration.
"Brock, we love you," they squealed.
"I love you ladies, too," he said, his smile radiant. One came to lay down beside him, and he hugged her, burying his face in her hair. "I love you all so much…"
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With a snort Brock woke up. His disappointment, however, was quickly and brutally overpowered by the horrifying realization that Ash was the one he was cuddling, and not the pink-haired girl he fantasied about every night. Sliding away as far as possible, Brock swallowed hard, the aftertaste in his mouth telling him that the 'grapes' he had been fed had been him nibbling on Ash's ear.
Ash rolled around slowly to face Brock, his face a mask of terror that said that he had been scarred for life. "Brock-"
"That never happened, okay?" Brock demanded. "It never happened."
"W-what-"
"Did I stutter?"
"No…"
"Just go back to sleep and don't ever mention that to anyone or I won't cook for you anymore."
Ash rolled back around and kept quiet.
~Just close your eyes and dream~