And as best friends, Ash manages to get Gary to do a lot of dumb shit that Gary would normally not do.
Like water-bottle jousting using swivel chairs.
Speaking of best friends, if you were to call upon Ash and ask whom his human best friend was (because if you said just “best friend,” he would say Pikachu), Ash would say it was Gary. Never mind that there are people whom he’s closer with and knows better—Gary was his first friend, and for a while, his only one, and Ash considers him invaluable.
So fucking happy I got this picture at Katsu last year
IM JUST FLAILING IN MY BED OH MY GOD CHLOE THIS IS FANTASTIC HOW SWEET AAaahhhhhhhHHHh
I’M GLAD YOU LIKE IT NOW I MUST THINK OF MORE IDEA AND WRITE SO MUCH MORE WOW
I FEEL YOUR PAIN HONEY. LITERALLY.
we deal with so much shit us girls gotta stick together (●´∀｀●)
people are talking about pokemon and christmas parties
gary would be a douchebag that would literally have some type of hat or head piece with mistletoe hanging over it
no one would actually mind.
see ya, darling
Title: Daily Caffeine
Fandom: Pokemon (Anime)
Pairing: Arroganceshipping (Gary x Drew)
Word Count: 1,435
Authors Note: My first attempt at writing for my OTP: Arroganceshipping (Gary x Drew). Yes this is a dumb ooc coffee shop AU what of it.
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Drew always went to the same coffee shop. It wasn’t Starbucks or Costa or any other high street name, but a little building in the older side of the city. Down a street full of second hand book shops, small independent clothes stores and aging antique dealers sat a single cafe with ‘coffee’ printed on the window in gold typewriter-like lettering. Inside were worn leather chairs with dark chocolate coloured wood tables that looked all too expensive for a small business. A heavy smell of rich coffee always hung in the air and occasionally a hint of chocolate would mix in, adding to the already warm scent in the room. Hardly anyone knew about this place, just enough so they could stay in business, but still not many. All of these factors made the place a heaven for a budding novelist or some freelance artist, but none of this was why Drew liked it. He went there for one reason, and that singular reason was the young male at the counter.