#im gonna go get drunk now peace out

[janaelalfysloml]

NO CALLER ID - P.B X READER

a/n : “am i okay” by megan moroney is probably the best album ive heard this whole year so now im writing about it !!

warnings : not proofread !! , angst , pretty short

You and Paige recently broke up 3 days ago. Finally after multiple arguments and her cheating on you , you broke up with her and moved on. or so you thought . Paige always liked to drunk call you after an argument because she knew you always would pick up. It made you frustrated knowing that you let her make a joke out of you each time. You wanted things to work out between you guys, but she saw you as a joke.

“It’s the same thing every time Paige! You either treat me right or we can officially end things.” You told Paige. “At least I’m not so insecure about my girlfriend talking to other girls.” Paige quickly replied. It hurt you because you weren’t insecure, you just wanted to be treated correctly. “Paige I love you, I really do. But you treat me horribly. The only reason I’m ’insecure’ is because every night your with a different girl instead of me. I’m supposed to be your girlfriend not side piece.” You told Paige. You heard her laugh and mumble something under her breath. “You know what Paige, get out.” You told Paige. “You’re so pathetic.” Paige said as she put her shoes on, gathered her belongings, and walked out.

The whole day you knew that she was probably out with another girl, getting drunk. You knew that you were slowly getting over her. You went on about your day normally. You, Morgan and Jana were best friends. You would open up to them about the horrible things that Paige would do and they would give you advice in return. You guys decided to buy last minute tickets to a Megan Moroney concert. “Dude wait, what are we gonna wear tonight?” You said looking up at them while you put your phone down. “Definitely something blue. Maybe like a white and blue top with a dark blue skirt? I don’t know” Morgan told you. “Let’s just go buy something and see what’s cute” Jana told you both.

The whole ride back from the store was basically you filling them in about everything that happened between you and Paige. “I think I’m finally over her though” you said. “I’ll believe it when I see it” Morgan said sighing. “Girl please you say that and then the next day you’re back with her.” Jana said as she rolled her eyes.

You three were having the best time at the concert. You were super happy that you could finally feel at peace without Paige. During Megan’s set, you felt your phone buzzing. You took it out of your pocket and you handed your phone to Jana. Paige had this thing about drunk calling you privately, but she had done it so much that you knew every call coming from a ‘No Caller ID’ was her. “Leave her alone, she’s busy.” Jana told Paige over the phone before hanging up on her. The whole night your phone was flooded with texts and missed calls from Paige, but you didn’t care anymore.

Eventually you moved on, but she was still stuck on you. She would text you everyday and, surprisingly she hadn’t changed. You knew she wasn’t going to change anytime soon, so you moved on.

a/n: this was super rushed and not proofread sorry !! but i had to write smth. also please send requests !!

[witchyliterature]

GOOD AND PLENTY; K.B

witchy tip

➤ sprinkling a pinch of black pepper into your bath water banishes negativity

cw: suggestive, implications of grinding (whoops), consent but kat is still under spell so

17. paulo osculum (written portion!)

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an hour later, katsuki put the car into park as you were sleeping soundly in the passengers seat - this was a sight katsuki could get used to.

you’re cute little snores and your peaceful expression all while your cheek was squished against the car door you slept against made katsuki’s heat beat three times faster than normal. your face was only illuminated by the moon, the cloak of darkness that swallows the sky alone seemed to avoid the bright aura you were giving off.

in katsuki’s love drunk eyes of course.

around you, he felt like he was on fire, burning and aching for an inch of your attention and doing whatever he could to calm the flames and obtain that attention.

it wasn’t a want, it was a need. katsuki needed you, and every second that he didn’t have you felt like he was going to suffocate.

he’s never felt like this before, it felt weird. abnormal, almost.

“wake up baby, we’re here.” he said, poking your cheek repeatedly until you finally gained consciousness

“h-huh? oh, alright.” you tiredly answered back, rubbing your eyes and stretching before opening the car door.

katsuki’s eyes followed your frame, dancing around your whole figure. you really were a beauty for him - that alone is something he has always thought.

it was specifically your eyes and lips, he couldn’t get enough of them. god, he just wanted to kiss you so bad.

“are you coming out or are you just gonna stare at me?” you laughed.

“i would rather just stare but anything for you princess.” katsuki replied as he got up and went to the trunk to retrieve the bags.

“you seem nervous.” katsuki’s said as he walked next to you.

“how could you tell?” you scoffed playfully.

“my eyes never leave you, that’s how.” katsuki responded, his sharp crimson eyes making you feel weak just looking at him.

“say that again and trust that these car windows will turn foggy.” you joked, looking at his slutty black vest he always wears.

“h-huh? i-i-you- ugh, you can’t just spring that onto me baby!” katsuki groaned into his hands and a wild blush appeared on his face, he was damn near red.

you laughed before grabbing hold of his hand, interlocking fingers with it.

“come on, let’s go. i am nervous honestly, im meeting my dad and i don’t even know why he isn’t present in my life. i don’t know whether i should feel happy i found him now, or angry that he didnt make the effort to find me.” you sighed.

“whatever it is, i’m by your side. forever and always, my love.” katsuki said as his hand tightened slightly around yours.

however, for a split second, the pink ring around his eyes flickered as he said that.

you looked at his eyes confusingly, what did that mean? was the spell naturally wearing off?

“is everything ok honey?” he asked, the pink ring around his eyes finally being stable again.

you sighed in.. relief. you weren’t ready to let him go.

“yes.” you responded with a firm nod.

you two finally made your way to your dads door step, katsuki knocked on the door shakily - very uncharacteristic for his nature.

“oh my goodness, are you nervous?” you asked shockingly.

“fuck off, meeting your dad is fucking killing me. i didn’t wanna meet him like this.” katsuki muttered, gritting his teeth and looking down at the ground.

you looked at him confusingly, under this spell, he rarely swears at you.

“katsuki, what do you mean?” you asked.

“huh, what did i say?” katsuki looked back up at you, the pink ring around his eye suddenly got thicker.

now you were extremely confused, love spells lasts until it’s casted away. it cannot simply be disappearing, unless you were a weaker witch than you thought. on top of that, the spell even wavering in strengths was really strange.

your silent thoughts were interrupted by the quick swing of the door. there, a man that looked exactly like you, the only difference was the different length of hair in comparison to yours.

“yn! oh how im happy to see you! please come in, my wonderful child!” your dad yelled ecstatically, grabbing you into a tight hug while pure laughter left his lips.

his hug was warm, it made you feel loved and a part of you that felt confused on how to feel suddenly knew exactly how.

you were just as happy as he was.

“i’m happy to see you too! it’s been way too long.” you responded while hugging him back.

“it truly has, oh, and is this…” your dad looked at katsuki up and down, analysing his (shaking) form.

“yes, dad thi-“

“good evening sir! my name is katsuki bakugou and i am your daughters boyfriend. please accept me into this family.” katsuki pronounced similarly to a soldier as he bowed as low as he could.

“i see, no need to bow that low!” you father laughed, picking him up.

“sorry sir!” katsuki’s responded.

“well anyways, it must have been a gruelling travel. you two must rest, tomorrow we can properly catch up.

within the blink of an eye, you both were in a spare room. it was not decorated in any special way, the walls were white, the bed had black bedsheets with two pillows. there was a closet and a bathroom within the room.

“you can teleport?” you asked him astonishingly.

“not exactly, i’m a time wizard, so i can take myself back in time to when i was in this room without effecting the state of time around me, meaning im still in the present.” your father explained as he turned on the light.

“woah, that’s so cool! how come i can’t do anything like that?” you groaned.

“you should be able to, what’s your base?” he asked.

“my what now?” you asked confusingly, dramatically titling your head to the side with the most puzzled look planted on your face.

‘cute’ katsuki thought as he looked at you, a blush sporting his face.

“you know, your specialty. like, i’m a wizard that can do lots of spells but i was specifically born with time magic.” your father explained.

“i must not have one then, i only use my book.” you answered back.

“yeah there’s no way that’s true, thought your mother would’ve taught you about these things.” your father laughed.

“well we never really talked about it, she just taught me how to do spells and then afterwards i kept memorising them.” you spoke.

“you’re memorising spells? yn, you’re meant to be a lot more powerful than you currently are. that’s why i was surprised when i found out you were only ranked 15 in your whole class.” your father explained.

“i- what?! how do you even know what?” you asked.

“come on, your dad was one of the most powerful wizards and you think i haven’t been checking up on you all these years?” your father scoffed.

“then why didn’t you ever come see me?” silence followed that question, you looked at your dad with an innocent expression which just broke him even more.

“it’s a long story, please just bare with me. tomorrow i’ll explain the whole thing tomorrow. rest.” your father spoke after the beat of silence, quickly leaving the room as the tension was getting a little too much for his taste.

“damn, i’m sorry.” katsuki said softly.

“i’m not upset, i didn’t mean to upset him either. it was a genuine questions, i guess it was too touchy to say so nonchalantly.” you sighed, sitting down on the bed which made you now realised something.

there was one bed.

for the two of you.

fuck your life.

“do you want to sleep by yourself? i wouldn’t want to make you uncomfortable.” you had asked him, hoping for your own sake he would say yes, but to fulfil your longest wish of being able to sleep with by him.

“of course not, let’s sleep together.” katsuki replied.

“woah-“

“i-i…didn’t mean it like that” he said embarrassingly, his tone surprisingly soft as if to match the pitch of the room.

“it fine, im just teasing.” you giggled.

katsuki sat on the bed next to you, taking off his shoes while you followed suit.

soon, both you two flopped onto the bed, letting out a deep sigh as the long journey nearly made you pass out entirely.

katsuki turned his head to looked at you, analysing your facial features, the ones he come to love.

“i mean, we could if you wanted to.” katsuki said shyly, his face becoming flushed once again.

“what?” you asked, turning your head to face him.

“as in… we could, you know. all i’m saying is that i’ve always been down to.” katsuki muttered once more, his tone increasingly becoming more quiet as he finished his sentence.

it was now your turn to feel shy, it’s not like you didn’t want to. it’s just, the situation was certainly not ideal. for starters, you both are in your dads house - it would be an extremely awkward morning if he heard. secondly, the spell was clearly at work, even though he consented, it’s doesn’t exactly feel right to do so.

however, the boy you’ve been into for a little over a year, the boy that’s been giving you mixed signals, the boy who you’ve had midnight rendezvous with is finally telling you what you both have been wanting to do. i mean, fuck, how are you supposed to say no to that?

‘don’t give in, stay strong yn!’ you could hear ochako’s voice ringing in your mind and she was right.

it wasn’t fair to do this with him while he was under a spell, but it was even more unfair that he’s saying all the things you’ve ever wanted him to say to your face.

today was the last day he would ever be under this spell, the last day he would probably ever look at you with those desperate eyes and rosy cheeks. the look he gave you that felt like you were the only girl in the world, no, within his universe. who were you not to give in to his desires?

so what’s a little kiss, right?

you slowly inched closer to his face, his breath fanning more and more of your face the smaller the distance closed between you both. his eyes frantically moving from one eye to another, then to your lips where they stayed with the upmost concentration.

soon, you two were as close as possible, the nerves were bubbling up in you but you didn’t know why.

it’s not like it was the first time you both were in a similar position.

maybe it’s different because you know somethings going to come of it, if you two were to kiss right now, it would be your first ever, specifically, the first ever shared between katsuki and you. all those nights were you guys came close to ripping each other apart were only sensed with the slight change in tension or distance.

this was different, so different, and it felt so wrong that it become right in you’re head. somehow you convinced yourself that you were doing the both of your a favour with this - you were so fucked.

but somewhere between you convincing yourself that this was right and you reliving the past, your lips imprinted onto his softly.

you both were careful, testing the waters as your lips pressed onto one another innocently.

but the innocence soon left when katsuki bit your bottem lip softly, causing you to open your mouth in surprise and him inviting his tongue into your mouth.

it became nasty and erotic as both your lips moved ferociously, both battling to swallow the other whole. your spit being shared in a heated dance of your tongues, the sound of wet lips smacking filling your ears and getting you more hot and bothered.

the kiss sloppy, more passionate, more desperate.

soon, katsuki lifted you onto him like it was nothing and fuck, was that hot. you yelped slightly in surprised yet never leaving his mouth.

you were straddling him, still kissing him for a few more seconds before he pulled away, only to have his hands plant firmly on your hips and move your hips against his softly, little grunts coming out of his mouth.

you started delicately moaning along with him, both your voices orchestrating the best song you’ve ever heard that represents the symphony of your pleasures and desires.

yet, frustration started bubbling up inside as your mind started to wonder as you remembered what ochako had told you before you left once more.

‘don’t give in, stay strong yn!’ her voice rang through your head like a mantra, similar to when an ad interrupts your favourite song and it really pissed you off.

‘don’t give in’ you thought to yourself, this may be everything your hoped for but you cannot allow yourself to succumb to the illusions, the illustrations, the fantasy.

even though you felt so good right now, he felt so good right now, you had to remind yourself that you’re only falling for your spell, not katsuki bakugou.

you gently pushed yourself off of him, slowly disconnecting from his perfect body that fitted with yours without a fault. your eyes were glued to his plump lips which almost made your body instinctively gravitate back into his warm hold.

“let’s get ready for bed.” you smiled, getting off of him and walking quickly to the bathroom so that he couldn’t see your tears of frustration spill out.

“huh?” was the last thing you heard from him the entire night.

[electricalhuzzah]

You know who the relationship reveal is gonna be objectively insane for? Soos.

Like yeah Dipper’s gonna be furious but also he knows Bill and Ford have a history so it’s not necessarily the biggest shock. Soos doesn’t know they have any more of a backstory than Bill and the rest of the family so from his POV he brought this messed up triangle home and Ford immediately started fucking him with no preamble. If you don’t already know they’re exes who never got over each other that must be *nuts*

my good man you keep hitting the nail on the head with this shit.

to be fair, with or without the history, ford basically started fucking bill with no preamble within what? five(ish) hours of making eye contact? granted the pines don’t necessarily know that they hatefucked on bill’s first day of being human.

i didn’t mention this in the story, but in the fic, the book of bill never made it out past theraprism security measures. so the pines never got it, and they don’t know about the missing pages unless they were told. thus, the degrees of awareness amongst the pines are as follows. NOBODY CONSIDER THIS CANON TO THE FIC yet BC im still plot mappin and shit and i dont want to accidentally commit an incontinuity. ok here we go.

while dipper knew about the history between bill and ford (from the last mabelcorn i think? whichever one they done the brain scanner), i’m operating under the impression that he believed them to be advanced colleagues. somewhere between a professor-student relationship and a deity-worshipper relationship. he knew it was fucked up, but he thought it was like,,, normal fucked up.

mabel is still under the impression that bill is just hung up on his deity ex “bjorn.” ford never really got around to telling her about their history, and frankly he never really wanted to. so she also has no preamble, AND she thinks bill is just rebounding with her grunkle.

stan probably has the most context out of all them, and even that’s not a whole lot. during their sea ventures pre-fic, ford probably said something to the effect of “my relationship with bill was, in a few instances… less than professional and more than platonic. now, please, stanley, can we leave it at that?” then they got drunk and emotional and ford said a bit more than he likely should’ve. by the next morning, they were deeply hungover. ford didn’t remember saying anything; stan thinks he remembered something about someone loving a triangle and torture and eye stealing, but then again, he also seems to remember playing strip poker with a mermaid, so he’s not entirely sure how much was real.

soos. dear soos. we love soos. he’s got no context. he thought they HATED each other. and he’s begun to see bill as his employee/mentee/child who’s tryna do better. soos is reading those contracts with the theraprism to make sure he won’t get his probation officer/parental rights revoked on the grounds that his paternal figure’s brother is fuckin the convict/patient.

im keepin my mouth shut about melody for now.

OK PEACE AND LOVE AND CORNDOGS

[dckweed]

THE DEATH OF PEACE OF MIND ➺ bob floyd

summary: In which bob floyd gets himself into a bit of a pickle and calls on his hot, recently single neighbor to help him out, the situation is mutually beneficial..in more ways than one.

warnings: fake dating, violence, domestic violence mentioned, nicknames, slowburn, eventual smut.

this is an x reader fic where reader is referred to as sunshine or sunny as a nickname, also i know the moodboard is a lil wonky no one say anything im gonna fix it! i made it on my phone half asleep lmao.

comment below for taglist!

wordcount: 2260

 PART ONE - THE LIE. 

The music was soft in the background for once, his friends laughter the loudest thing in the room. Bob couldn’t help but to laugh along with them as he took a swig of his third beer of the night, a little more than tipsy but not completely drunk. He knew he was a lightweight, and this was the only time he ever preferred to drink, in the comfort of his own home surrounded by people he trusted. His friends were all gathered around his coffee table, some of them on the couch, some of them sprawled on the floor as they laughed and goofed off, the NHL game they had all gathered to watch together no longer a top priority. 

Bradley and Natasha had been talking about the blind dates they had been on recently, set up by each other, each of them pointing out the flaws in the others choosing with racious laughter as they knocked back their alcohol and made a mess of Bob’s coffee table as they playfully fought each other, Bradley flipping over the bowl of potato chips that was sat out as he kicked his leg across the table from the floor to hit his friend. Bob laughs at the scene, not minding the mess because the situation was just so funny and he was for once in his life, enjoying being in the moment. 

“Look what you did, numbnuts! You spilled all the chips!” Hangman shouts, tossing his couch pillow at them from where he lay on the love seat across from Bob. Bradley catches it mid-air and tosses it back to Jake, a terrible throw and a clear enough window into how drunk he is because it doesn’t get any air and knocks clear into the row of open bud lights, knocking them over and causing what was left to slosh out onto the floor. Javy groans, slipping out of the chair he was sat in to pick up the bottles as Bob gets up to get a towel to sop up the wet beer from his outrageously expensive rug so his little shih tzu, Cosie wouldn’t go licking it up when he passed out tonight. 

He was only gone for a few moments but by the time he came back the subject of dating had suddenly been turned to him. He shakes his head, trying not to think to hard about how he was way more than tipsy by that point because the whole room started to spin when he did that. “No, not dating right now.” He says, kneeling down to start cleaning up the mess as Javy comes back from throwing away the bottles. 

Jake scoffs from next to him taking a long drag of his own beer, and Bob braces himself for whats coming next. “Of course not,” He says, a small bit of disdain in his tone, but Bob knew it was all just friendly teasing, even if it did hurt him. Even if he was so tired of constantly hearing from everyone about how he needed to get out into the dating pool. Truthfully, he was tired of being single, but he didn’t need these jack offs meddling in his love life the way Natasha had been doing with her blind dates with girlfriends she’d made off base. It just didn’t work out for him, it never did. 

But god, he was tired of hearing it from Jake about how he was ‘too afraid of girls’ to actually go out and date one, they were grown ass adults, weren’t they? Why did it matter what he did with his personal life outside of work and the friend group? He didn’t like to date around, he liked relationships. Besides, he wasn’t afraid of girls either. That one was starting to piss him off, wither away at that self control that his mama swore he was born with too much of. Not that any of them needed to know that..so why then, did he feel like proving them all wrong?

He knew in the back of his drunk mind that his next choice of words was not a good one to make, and he had just dug himself into a terribly deep hole that would haunt him for the rest of his life (good god he would probably have to change placements if they ever fucking found out, or better yet, retire from the navy altogether). But Lord help him, he opened his mouth anyway and let the words out. 

“I don’t think my girlfriend would like me seeing other people.” He says, taking a kind of sick pleasure in hearing Jake snort beer out of his nose as he sits up so quickly he falls off of the couch, his words catching the attention of his other friends too. “What?” He asks, looking around at all of their gaping faces. He regretted his lie immediately. “Is it so hard to picture me with a girlfriend? I am capable of getting one, you know.” A dig at Jake just for the fucking fun of it. 

There was a long moment of silence before all of their voices were flooding his ears at once, questions coming from all directions. It was almost as if the news had shocked them sober. 

What did I just do? 

THE WEEK PREVIOUS- 

Sunshine Y/L/N, was many things, a bitch, a whore, a liar, a psycho (all depending on which of her ex-boyfriends and family members you asked),..but a fool was not one of them. You were not foolish enough to let a man raise a hand to you and cower away and accept his apology because you thought you deserved it or because it would placate him. And so when the asshole you had been in the midst of arguing with because he swore to god that you were fucking the bouncer at work (you would never, you weren’t in to bald men who looked like broke versions of mr. clean) cocked his arm back and slapped you across the face so hard that blood splattered from your nose, you clenched a fist and let all hell break loose. 

You had screamed, and screamed and screamed and had thrown anything that you could get hands on, drawing blood on his forehead as an empty flower vase shattered against the wall that she shared with her neighbor. “Look what you did, you crazy bitch!” He yelled, holding a hand to his forehead, offended that you had dared to retaliate against him. 

You sucked in a deep breath, fists clenching. There was nothing you hated more than being called crazy. You were not crazy. You were not fucking crazy. “Get out.” You breathed, a surprisingly steady hand pointing towards the door that was being banged on from an outside source. The man looks at you as if you were a bull with three heads. “Are you deaf? I said get the fuck OUT!” You had bellowed, grabbing him by the collar of his shirt and dragging him to the door, it took all of three seconds to throw open the chain locking the door before tossing the sorry fucker out, straight into your neighbor, Bob, who had very obviously been banging on the door. 

“Woah-” The tall, lanky man had said, catching the rat bastard who had been flung out at him. He pushes him off of him, noticing the blood on his face and looks at you, the blood streaming from your nose. “Are you okay?” He asks, his immediate thought on his neighbor as watched the guy storm off towards the stairwell at the end of the hallway. 

You sniffed, jaw clinched as you nod, watching the jerkoff walk away before running back inside. Bob follows as you yank open the window in the living room before running back down a hallway, to the bedroom he assumed. Bob had looked around at the mess of glass and blood splatters on the floor, wondering what the fuck had taken pace. He had heard yelling, and glass shattering and had run over trying to open the door. “Mother fucker, DON’T YOU EVER COME BACK HERE!” You scream, tossing a heap of clothes out of the window and down onto the street, Bob heard a mans yell and knew they must’ve landed directly on the offending asshole. “Stupid fucking son of a fucking bitch.” 

“Um, Sunny,” Bob says, placing a gentle hand on your slender shoulder. You were shaking, with fear or anger he isn’t sure but he wants to help. “Are you okay?” He doesn’t know what else to ask, what else to do. He’d never been in this kind of situation before. 

He watches you raise a hand and use the back of it to wipe your bloody nose before turning around to face him, your friendly neighbor whose dog you often watched when he had to work overnights at the base or when he had been on his deployment for the uranium mission. Blood smeared across your upper lip and cheek as you look up at him, eyes watery and full of an emotion he couldn’t quite decipher. The smile on your face is terrifyingly sexy. “Just peachy, bobby,” You whispered, blinking the tears in your eyes away as you set your shoulders squarely. “My step-daddy didn’t raise no fucking bitch, a man like him wants to hit me, he better be prepared for me to hit him back ten times fucking harder.” 

Bob didn’t know what to say, so he resulted for saying a simple okay and stayed around to help you clean up the mess that littered your normally spotless living room. He had even ordered you pizza while you were in the bathroom cleaning up your face, paying for it without telling you because he knew you would argue. He knew you made good money in your line of work, he knew you liked paying for your own things, but he was a gentleman nonetheless and wanted to take care of a neighbor who was clearly in some kind of need of support. He had stayed until you had fallen asleep, silently letting himself out of your apartment and the pair of you hadn’t crossed paths until a week later, granted, you hadn’t left your apartment much (you couldn’t very well go to work with a bruise on your face, it certainly wouldn’t bode well with your bosses nor with your customers) for your paths to have crossed to begin with. 

You were surprised to say the least when a knock sounded on your apartment door early in the morning on Saturday, and even moreso when you opened to find none other than your adorable next door neighbor (and, in a way, your savior) standing in your doorframe, hands in the pockets of his jeans and a cute little crease in between his eyebrows as he looked up at you from where he was looking at his shoes. “Hey Bob, everything okay?” You ask, wiping the sweat away from your forehead. You had been doing an intense pilates session in your living room, a good way to keep you limber and fit for your job. “Are you going on deployment or something? Do you need me to take Cosie?”

“No, no..” Bob shakes his head, he felt stupid for coming over here, for not just immediately fessing up to his friends about his dumb lie. He should just turn around and go back to his apartment and call it a day, and he was going to until his fuckin’ phone buzzed in his pocket and he was reminded of why he had told the damn lie in the first place. “Um, actually, do you think I could come in? I have a favor to ask of you, and it’s..a big one.” 

You were confused but allowed him to come in nonetheless, shutting and locking the door behind him as he did. What could he possibly need from you that wasn’t watching his dog while he was away? You couldn’t say you weren’t keen to find out, you were bored out of your mind and you couldn’t help but wonder what he needed from you of all people. Bob had literally seen you at your worst last week, and yet here he was inside of your apartment with his hands awkwardly shoved into the front pockets of his boot cut jeans, his pretty eyes flitting about, finding anything to look at that wasn’t your breasts that were pushed up in your slightly too small lulu lemon top. 

“What’s up, Bobby?” You asked, headed to your kitchen that over looked the living room. You grabbed a bottle of water out of your slowly emptying fridge and twisted open the cap, taking a hefty sip. 

“Um..” He says, his lips pursing as his eyebrows furrow together somehow even deeper. He blows air out of his nose and finally looks up at you, taking his hands out of his pockets only to place them on his hips, awkwardly. “I need you to be my girlfriend.” He says and you snort your water out of your nose on accident, choking on it at the first mention of the words as you tried to process them. “Oh fuck-” 

TAGLIST-

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my character ai bots:

haikyuu:

atsumu miya:

your annoying ass roommate- atsumu answered the door, in his boxers. his hair was all messy, sweat ran down his face lightly. “who are ya?”

he’s drunk- “‘m… Atsumu Miya. yer really pretty ya know? im a er- marine biologist” he slurred. “man shut up, you play volleyball!” one of his friends interrupted. “tch! shuddup, will ya?! tryna act cool!”

kotaro bokuto:

emo mode- “im so stupid…everyone should just stop passing the ball to me!!” he announced, sulking.

he’s spiderman- all was well until he took a glance out the window, seeing a villain. “crap! I-i mean uh I gotta go run to the bathroom!”

your his fan- after the game, you walked down and greeted him, asking to sign your shirt, sheepishly.

koshi sugawara:

he’s your son’s teacher- you walked into the classroom, hugging your boy, the teacher smiled at you. “ah, are you his sister?” he asked, kindly.

he’s jealous- “what were you and hinata talking about?” he asked, his voice sounding innocent. but his hand tightened on your thigh just a bit.

your his coworker- “let me help you” he went behind you, his body pressing against your back, one arm grabbing the item, other grazing your hip.

shoyo hinata:

he hit you w a ball- “are you okay? I’m sorry hehhhh, I didn’t see where I was landing my spike” he extended his hand out to you, sheepishly.

he can fix you- “you’ve been running from love your whole life. give me one chance and I promise that I can make the pain better” he had your hands in his, looking with pleading eyes.

he got sick- …it was a sad moment for the karasuno team. shoyo got sick in the middle of a game and their team had lost the chance to win nationals. he may only be a first year and he will have more chances to win but he wanted to with this year really bad.

kenma kozume:

streaming wars- you and him are friends, having a little rivalry when it comes to being liked in the gaming community. only for views, not really hating each other.

rivals- as soon as Kenma met you he despised you. he couldn't stand you, all he wanted was to sit in peace. usually he doesn't mind being around loud people but you... he never wanted to be around you.

he hates brats- right now you two were getting ready to record, you whined the whole time as he was fixing the camera. he rolled his eyes. he put his hand over your mouth, other gripping your hair tightly. “can you just shut the hell up?”

cat hybrid- walking along the streets at night it was pouring rain. you sighed, walking in the rain, forgetting your umbrella at work. while walking you hear something. “meow”

tetsuro kuroo:

helping you study- he hits your head with the rolled newspaper article again. this has been going on ever since you went over to his home an hour ago. “wrong answer”

hajime iwaizumi:

scolding you- “i told your dumbass he was bad news, you never wanna listen to me” he reminded, shrugging his shoulders, looking as you packed you ex boyfriend’s things.

yuu nishinoya:

he’s drunk- “noooo because likeeeee why the hell was I sooo delusional? i never had a chance with kiiiyoko *hic* she was always gonna be tanaka’s girl” he slurred, laughing.

keiji akaashi:

he loves feeding you- he grabs your chin, prying your mouth open with his thumb, feeling your soft lips. “eat”

the pretty setter- you were watching the volleyball game of your school, fukurodani. while watching, you saw the most handsome guy you’ve ever seen.

kei tsukishima:

he hates you(?)- you and Tsukishima weren’t even friends. he didn’t like you… he thought your attractiveness was annoying. when he kissed you a few months ago it was off to you. then when you woke up in his bed almost every weekend. if he hated you so much why did he sleep with you?

toru oikawa:

kageyama tobio:

osamu miya:

guys I will be adding more soon, please leave some suggestions tho ! <3

[inside-lees-mind]

Omg i’m so glad you are taking rock lee requests not that many people write for him! if you are up to it can you write a drunk rock lee smut we don’t see him drunk much in the show but maybe he accidentally drinks again when he’s an adult and he just comes home super horny and needy as hell 🫣

Drunk Rock Lee

Warning: NSFW, penetration, mention of violence

Let’s assume there are previous discussion of consent regarding being under the influence since Im not writing a prequel lol

“Lee?” You ask from the hallway of your shared home as the door opens and closes, rather loudly. Usually your boyfriend is loud, enthusiastic, but this time you hear stumbling and hiccups of your name. You rush to the entrance of your home, going to help him walk, praying the entire time he didn’t try to beat you up or destroy the entryway to your home, if not the entire house.

As you were hoping and wishing for peace, Lee tackled you to the ground. You flinch, knowing what’s coming, but it doesn’t come. Instead, his hips roll against yours, desperate pleas leaving his mouth. Within mere seconds, he cried out desperately and a dark spot soaked its way into the spandex of his jumpsuit.

He pants heavily, clawing at your pants. You, being, admittedly, now turned on from how quickly he’d come his pants, helped him to take off your own pants and enter you. He was quick with it, desperately whimpering out your name as he began to thrust in and out.

He brought his hand down to rub your clit in circles, mumbling about how good you look, how much he loves you, etc. between his moans. You clamp your own hand over your mouth, his fast pace getting to you. Every snap of his hips drives his cock further into you than before.

His whimpers of your name cause your stomach to tie into knots, heat pooling there. The friction burns perfectly. And the lewd sounds of his balls and hips slamming against you cause your toes to curl, your eyes to roll back as you close them.

His cock twitches inside you, and soon he spills his load inside of you, white painting your insides but he’s not stopping even after as he brings you to your climax. You cum finally, legs shaking as his hands keep them apart even as you try to close them.

“Don’t push me awayyyy.” He whines, pushing your hips down as he bursts again, practically screaming out your name this time as he fills you up perfectly. You pant as he sloppily kisses you, tongue darting around your mouth likes he’s still desperate for more of you.

His hips, previously still beside involuntary jerking, now move intentionally, slowing driving into you again. As you gasp, he giggles, hiccuping.

“You feel so good. I need you. I can’t…” he hiccups again, “live without you. You’re so beautiful. You’re perfect. Please… please let me hear you.”

As you let your moans out, he desperately writhes, cock twitching intensely inside of you.

“I can’t stop, too good… you’re too good. I’m gonna cum again! Too perfect! Too tight!” His voice is thinner and shaky as he slams his hips into you, spilling white deep into you. The sensation spurs on your orgasm, clenching around him as he groans, shaking with you.

He pulls out of you, passing out suddenly beside you.

[murdocksapostasy]

Hello sweetheart, my heart and body aches for a fic with frank and matt. Both want reader. Matt always dissapoits reader (because he cant call back or gets busy at night doing his thing) and frank is the cutie he is and comforts her (like let her forget matt) he hears her little wimpers while patroling. Frank and matt always being cocky at each other bout reader and who shes gonna like more? You know that typical frank matt dynamic I LOVE THAT ❤️

hi hun, matt and frank are an incredible duo i totally agree so here you go!

*3am*

you wake up from a shallow sleep, you feel wind blowing on your skin, “odd” you think. your bedroom window is wide open, you turn over in bed realising you’re alone, for fucks sake matt. again? when are you ever gonna get a good and peaceful nights rest with him, you get up trying to adjust your eyes to the dark looking for your phone. you call and you call, with each voicemail driving you more into worry and anger. eventually matt answers

“i can’t talk right now my love.” before you can get a word in the phone hangs up. you’re sick of this. worried to pieces and so pissed off. this is horrible. you start crying, you can’t help it anymore with how unreliable and dismissive he’s being all the time. it’s not fair. you make another phone call this it’s not to matt, but to frank. he barely gave your phone time to ring before picking up. “hey is everything okay?” he says,

“yeah um. it’s just matt again im worried” frank can tell by the way you’re speaking that you’re tired and anxious it isn’t the first time you’ve called with something like this. “do you want me to get ahold of him?” he asks dreading your answer. “i don’t know frank. it feels useless, he’s gonna do the same thing tomorrow anyway” the hopelessness in your voice is undeniable

“how about i come get you?”

“yeah i’d like that” your answer is almost hesitant. he’s never suggested anything like this before.

“i’ll be there, we can give red a scare when he gets back. see how he likes you not picking up the phone huh?” a slight smile appears on your face. “thanks frank i’ll see you.”

*4 am*

you’re sitting franks apartment on your third drink. kinda slurring your words, you’re laid out on his couch dumping your drunk babble on him “he thinks he’s so mysterious.. i hate it if i’m so important why is it-” “you are important”frank cuts you off. silence lingers in the air for a little, “i should get you to bed maybe, i’ll take the couch don’t worry”

“i don’t know. i don’t wanna worry my matthew”

“worry him then. it’ll be a taste of his own medicine. fucker hasn’t a right to treat you like that anyway” franks words are filled with a bitterness, like seeing you mistreated genuinely *hurts him.*

“but what if he thinks something happened to me frank?”

“nothing has. and nothing will i’ve got you”

[iravinirattu]

ik im late but im playing through kaveh's hangout event and. the haikaveh brainrot is real

since these losers can't do it themselves i am here to offer my translation services ‼️

al haitham you liar. we are in a library using our indoor voices you did NOT hear us.

and even if you did mr. "i hate small talk" why'd u walk over hmm?? hmm??

"dont mind if i ignore you, i've got my earphones in" <- applies to everyone except kaveh

"okay now that i've gotten him distracted tell me what's wrong so i can discreetly fix it"

mans literally sent kaveh away to boost his confidence a bit + find out if he was okay.

"you annoted those books with such long and beautiful notes that eveyone hated lolol anyways check out those shelfs where there's a book with someone appreciating ur notes"

i can't get over how many exceptions al haitham makes for kaveh. he's not heartless and cruel in the way i often see him portrayed... but at the same time his entire demeanor is "i respect you as a person but won't go out of my way to do things for you unless it benefits me"

like he's one of the only characters who isn't super super close with the traveler, at least that's how i see it in the voicelines! he respects them as a friend, would consider doing things for them if they asked, but that's about it really!

but KAVEH. for someone who enjoys a peaceful life and has such a rational and efficient way of working it theoretically makes no sense for him to do all the things he does for kaveh.

like sure "maybe the cheering up kaveh is just to avoid having to deal with him drunk later", but that's too roundabout of a demeanor to be al haitham's style. plus, if he really didn't want to deal with a drunk kaveh, he could just kick him out.

but he doesn't because he cares, and kaveh does not understand that because he has created a vision of what he thinks al haitham is in his head, and in that vision he, kaveh, has no value so why would haitham have him around?? clearly he's got ulterior motives.

and they won't move further until kaveh lets go of that vision, and he can only do that if he truly realises his own worth, and until then haitham's gonna have to keep pushing him towards that from the shadows.

"he overworks himself, it's not healthy. he forgets the practicality of his ideals when he starts something, thinking he can pull through it, but reality hits him halfway. he can keep his ideals, that's fine, but i wish he was a bit more realistic about them."

"and despite all of the above, despite wanting to uphold his artistic integrity, he still puts everyone's needs before his own."

"his approach is too contradictory, and hence people don't see his talent. there are those who's resolve is so brash they are seen as confident and unshakable; and yet he who is more talented than them all falls behind because he's so easy to take advantage of."

al haitham taught me two new words today lol

irascible - someone with a quick temper

paragon - something viewed as a standard

"if he wants things to change he needs to find a balance between compromise and resolve. there is no way to please everyone, but instead of accepting this, he thinks he can nullify it if he takes all the burden instead."

kaveh's altruism stems from his own self-hatred, moreso than his desire to help others. and while doing a good deed puts a smile on his face, the melancholy guilt that trips him when he doesn't is far greater.

"if they are his ideals then i have no right to say anything about them. but he hurts himself so much as a result of that and i wish he would love himself a bit more."

al haitham has a great deal of respect for kaveh, not just as a scholar but as a person. and it's hard watching someone like that dig their own grave, and there's nothing you can do but wait in the sidelines, because they won't believe anything you say.

al haitham is constantly bickering with kaveh to get him to feel a little, challenge his ideals, find a way to make them work without sacrificing himself in return.

"at this poing talking to him is no use, he's convinced himself that his life only has purpose if it's in the hands of others. all people face hardships in life, but he seems to believe he deserves all he gets and more"

and then after kaveh is back he gives him space to talk about things that make him happy, and more importantly, appreciate himself.

how to tell kaveh i want to listen to his silly lil rants without sounding like a sap - al haitham's brain, probably

al haitham knowing all of kaveh's little buttons, and pressing the right ones after determining his mood, so he can show kaveh he loves him but still sound like a bitch.

"you did so well. i am so proud, and i hope you are proud of yourself too."

and sometimes he does click the wrong one, but then immediately goes back on it, becomes soft(er than usual), offers reassurance, changes the topic, and so on

we saw this in the parade of providence event, when kaveh got legitimately upset at one of haitham's remarks and he immediately went into I HAVE UPSET MY BF recovery mode.

and what i love the most in all this is KAVEH'S DUMBASS IS SO OBLIVIOUS TO THIS LMAOOO

but also it's sad because the reason he's oblivious is because he doesn't think he's worth being cared for like that.

haikaveh's whole vibe is "i love you, but i'd much rather you love yourself first" and "i'm your one and only, your only exception, the one you'd break all your rules for" and i love it.

[omg-gojo]

GAALEE PARENT TRAP AU "Marry me"

"What did you just said?!" Lee screamed covering his mouth when he realiced.

"We are getting married in the five nations peace cruise next month" he says as calm as he say it the first time. "We can make the arrengements with Kakashi. Unless, you... do not want to?"

To be honest when Rock Lee said i will marry you in any place at any time even right here and right now an event so important as THE event of the year, he would even dare to said of the decade, didn't crossed his mind for a second. But it didn't stop him from feeling light headed, warm spreading in his cheeks and butterflies filling his stomach.

"Of course i want to marry you! I won't step out of my word to you" he murmurs reminding himself that they are still here, in the cementery afterhours. He's been waiting here, like the first plan was. He looked at the gray plate above the grass. Just Neji as or witness for our vows, blood instead of rings because nobody should know and a passioned night at his place, so Gaara could pack his things and make his way back to Suna. "It's just that when you told me about mantaening the secrecy of our nuptial, doing it in a place with the most important people of all five nations was not in my list"

"It's not like they are invited anyway" Gaara expressed while crossing his arms.

Lee frowned in confussion "i don't follow..."

"We'll have our own wedding in the cruise while the rest of the guests are at the party" he kept explaining "in the middle of the celebration we'll slipt away for a few moments, get married and go back to the event without anybody noticing. Everybody would be so drunk not even the council nor the rest of people there could guess what just happened" a little smirked scape from the corner of his lips, that for anybody else would look like a grimace, but for Lee wasn't.

"Hmm, i don't know. I think you'll enjoy more the fact that you're doing it just under their noses than us ACTUALLY getting married" Lee joked while taking his lovers hands to pull him closer.

"It would only be a plus to it" exhaled. While remembered the words of Temari when he told her about his plan. Of course their families where the only ones that will know, eventually, right now just Temari. You imprudent rugrat! you maybe wear the hat of the Kazekage but you are still act like a child! No. Not that. Marriage is something you enjoy in a unique special way. No, im not talking about sex! Is a promise! to both of you and your families, that you'll be by each other side for the rest of your lifes taking care of what you'll built. So...are you gonna make it right?

....Or are you gonna do the Uchiha way? He squirmed at the mere thought. Right, he's gonna make it right, Lee deserved that. He squized Lee's hands for comfort "...One Day Suna will know the name of my husband, i'll prepare everything for that. But for now I wanna give you a wedding we and our families wont forget."

"Our families..." Lee's eyes went wide and shine as the moon above them. He won't leave his family for you, he will make you part of his.

"It'll mark a new beginning for the world and for us. Marry me" told him almost begging while getting closer to the tearing face of the leaf shinobi.

"Yes" Lee smiled.

"Remember, Metal, no weapons!" "Yes, Papa!" but seal rolls are not weapons

"Shit kiddo, we are gonna be late!" "I literally can teleport us there, uncle"

[foggyforest4169]

'𝚂𝚒𝚌𝚔' 𝙼𝚊𝚕𝚎!𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚡 𝙹𝚘𝚑𝚗 '𝚜𝚘𝚊𝚙' 𝙼𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚑

A/N: It's Johnny boy's time to shine! I thought we should give ghost a rest and if you were sick, realistically he'd tell probably tell you to man up.

Summery: You have the man flu and Johnny takes care of you

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Squeaky clean: Where are you? 7:30

Squeaky clean: Pick up the phone babe 9:56

Squeaky clean: Oi are you dead? 12:17

Fuck me, I feel like absolute shit. I read through the messages with bagged half-lidded eyes. It was 1pm on a Tuesday and I'd just woken up after a restless night of throwing up, constant aches and fever-induced dreams.

To be honest I wasn't shocked to see all the messages... ah shit I didn't tell Price... oh well fuck it. I ignored the banging pain in my head and opened my phone, squinting my eyes to avoid the blaring light and type a quick reply

Me: Dont get your knickers in a twist Im alive

Me: Im sick. Just woke up

I couldn't help but smirk, I swear this man reads my messages within a nanosecond. Before I could even Reply to him, he'd already sent a message

Squeaky clean: I'll be over in 5

Me: Wait no no you're at work

Read. that fucking Scottish bastard left me on read, although it did bring me comfort to know that someone cared for me. I laid my phone on the beside table as I felt my head throb... fucking hell... I rolled over and closed my eyes to try block out the light... soon the door open and I heard the big Scottish Mohawk man slowly creep in... a soft smile on his face while I shivered under the blanket

" Johnny... you should *cough cough*... fuck....... go back to work... i don't want to get you sick..." I said as he ignored you and came closer... feeling your forehead before rubbing your cheek

"Shut up, you're my boyfriend... I'm not gonna leave you here sick now ill go get you a cup of tea so you can take them paracetamol" He said with a smile as he bad his way yo the little kitchen in your room and put the kettle on

"Soap I-"

"And don't you dare try to retaliate you look like shite now just relax... have you eaten?" He said with a stern voice while you nodded your head and let out a low yes. He just nodded and soon he came over with a perfect cup of tea, just the way you liked it.

"Thank you Johnny" You said with a soft smile as you took the tablets and drunk the tea. Once you were you were done you said something a bit unexpected

"Honey... can I... can we cuddle" You muttered as you saw the smile grow on Soap's face. You weren't a touchy person unless it was him so without hesitation he nodded and opened his arms. You crawled in and buried your face into his shoulder while he laid you down and rubbed your head, smiling as he liked your touch... it was warm and sweet, unusual but pleasant,

And with his warm touch and comfort, you feel to sleep in him... softly snoring and drooling while he scrolled on his phone and held you, making sure you were comfortable and finally getting some rest. He could tell by the dark heavy bags that dragged down your eyes and all though he's seen you in worst condition with wounds and blood covering you, he hated seeing you like this; so exhausted and weak. It wasn't like you to get ill so he was gonna be here and care for you, making sure you get better.

He gave Price a text and since you two had no up coming missions he allowed a week sick leave. So now he sorted everything for you he rested easy, scrolling on his phone and rubbing the back of your head, his hands softly running through your hair. Soon enough you were both asleep, holding each other close and allowing a moment of peace in between the chaos of being sick. You two were remained peaceful until around 1am where you woke up and had to run to the bathroom, throwing up in the toilet, holding onto the bowl tightly as the stomach acid burnt your throat. The putrid taste of vomit in your mouth as you sat against the wall, your breath heavy after spilling all the contents in your stomach.

"Handsome... are you okay, why are you up at 1am?" Soap said as you looked up at him and just rested your head in your knees trying to gain some sort of energy, your head throbbing while your eyes shut to try block light out.

"I just threw up... sorry did i wake you?"

"No no it's okay come on, wash your mouth out and I'll go make you some soup with some bread" He said as he knelled down and kissed your head, rubbing the back of it. He helped you up and then left to go make soup, leaving you to wash your mouth to try spit all of the acid and get rid of the horrid taste remaining in your mouth. Then you made your way to the kitchen, sitting down at the table while you watched your boyfriend make you some soup and bread. A soft smile on his face while he served you your soup.

"There we are baby, eat up and then we can go back to the couch" He smiled as you saw the pills and some flat lemonade for after. Johnny washed up and you slowly ate enjoying the sweet creaminess of the chicken soup, dipping the bread into it and enjoying your meal until you finished, taking small sips of the water while you took the pills to stop the pounding in your head. Once you were done you went up behind Soap and gave him a gentle hug, using the strength you had.

"Thank you love, now come back to the couch you can do that in the morning" You said as you gently kissed his neck while he smiled and nodded, both of you going back the couch, cuddling close as he gently rubbed your head while you held him tightly, soon falling asleep again, feeling comfortable and warm while your sweet boyfriend held you close.

"I love you handsome" You said sleepily as you started to fall asleep

"I love you too" He replied and kissed your head

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A/N : Hope you enjoyed this, this has been in my drafts for a while now so that's why there's a little shift from first person to second person. Also the song of the story is just a nice relaxing song I didn't know i could fit it into the story. Anyway have a great day, bye!

[vees-genshin-blog]

Daily Genshin 14 (Double Update)

Warning: THERE ARE 5.1 SPOILERS HERE. I HAVE GOTTEN FARTHER IN THE QUEST.

Second part of the double update, Day 14 is here!!

I collected crystal cores and condensed resin and collected dailies and stuff. The main stuff I did was ADVANCING ON THE STORY QUEST!!!! So I actually took note of my reactions while doing it, though I actually couldn't finish it, but I will do my best to finish it tomorrow 😤. Everything in bold after this paragraph is my live reaction so I hope you guys enjoy!! In parentheses, I'll add context or later thoughts.

I feel like I'm the one getting scolded 😭😭. (I felt that scolding in my soul. Especially the part where she saying how it's like things go in one ear and out the other... yeah I've heard that way too many times 😔)

Drunk Citlali 😂😂😂 (Enough said here)

Ororon was gonna be sacrificed as a baby !?!?!?!😭😭😭

Im really glad im not controlling Chasca here because I mess up the hide while followin someone parts way too many times and its always frustrating to start over.

Ororon got involved to protect his granny 😭😭.

ARE WE ACTUALLY GONNA ATTACK THE FATUI?!?!?

We finally meet them 😲😲😲. Are we gonna fight??? Pls no. (Thank God we didn't actually fight Capitano. I don't think my Childe International team is ready for that right now)

ORORON EVOLUTION!!!! Nope never mind, he was possessed. GET OUT OF HIS BODY!! (I was genuinely excited until I realized was what was happening 😔)

Ah yes, nothing like getting possessed to finally have some self-reflection and identity crisis time. FUDGE YOU PERSON!!! Don't you dare!! 😤😤😤😤😤 Yes Ororon!! Struggle to live!!

HE GOT A NAME!!!! He's a... chosen one 🥹🥹🥹 (This was me making a cheeky Harry Potter reference in my head. Also his pose when he held the name and was all glowy was so cool and I'm mad that I didn't get a pic of it)

But seriously, why is his soul fragmented??

Capitano is from Khaenriah!??!?!? He also probably knew Mavuika from 500 years ago!?!?!? I.... have some thoughts about that now 😁

I'm sorry but Ororon looks like he's stuck between his arguing parents 😂😂😂😂😂

Live photo taken:

WE'RE OFFICIALLY ALLIES!! 😭😭😭 (Also dang, Capitano has a rotting body. ANGST POTENTIAL)

And I'm gonna stop here because I need to sleep. Peace out.

So yeah!! I stopped after Capitano and Mavuika had their talk in the Speaker chamber and we'll see how the situation escalates 🥹. I hope you all have a wonderful day!!

PS: Since this is day 14, I will post a Progress Check tomorrow since I did a double update today.

[quarktrinity]

quark watches star trek season 2 episode 15

i wanna burn kirks green shirt. i hate it. show me the tummy NOW!!

"i was making a little joke, sir" "extremely little, ensign" spock ily

hate to see kirk leave but love to watch him go

was so focused on the banter i forgot that this show has a plot

kirk is so passive aggressive sometimes. i want him carnally

kirks ass = amazing

weird ringing in the background, hard to focus on the dialogue its so distracting

"storagecompartmentsstoragecompartments?" "whatwhat?" kirk ily

spock is a know-it-all

Plot Grain

kirk is so sassy in this episode

uhura almost walks directly into kirks tummy. i wouldnt have stopped if i were her

weird space salesmen is giving rogueport vibes

lil fuzzball...

tribble...........

these are evil arent they

i thought currency didnt exist in star trek? theyre clearly exchanging currency here

uhura ily

This Grain Is Very Important

kirks fussy. baby needs a nap

the klingons are up to somethin

did the klingons send the tribble

"let me ASSURE you that my INTENTIONS ARE PEACEFUL." ok buddy

"kling-ins"

"my dear ~captain koloth~" kirk stop flirting with everyone who wants to kill you

hm i wonder which political event the writers were thinking about. perhaps. the cold war? no way

there are more tribbles now

spock is not immune to tribble calming powers

i want more side shots of kirk im obsessed with his tum tum

"pipeitdownheremisterchekov"

tribble mitosis

william shatners been getting pretty mumbly lately

return of space rogueport salesman

ok it appears the klingons dont know or care about the tribbles

nevermind they actively dislike them

the tribble economy is in shambles

"earthers"

klingon is passive aggressively praising/criticizing kirk in the most homoerotic way

klingon sounds drunk

"klingonese"

scotty can handle klingon dude dissing kirk but dissing the enterprise is too far. kirk was right, the enterprise really is a beautiful lady and we love her

Were Fighting Now

weirdly long fight scene

"i wanna know who started it" vice principle isnt a good look on you kirk

thought kirk was gonna smack scottys ass for a sec there. woulda been in character

scotty recalls the kirk criticisms verbatim

kirks fussy again

this is too many tribbles

mccoy likes tribbles more than spock

spock likes tribbles more than mccoy

make out already

kirk sits his ass on a tribble

Far Too Many Tribbles

"theyre born pregnant" what

tribbles are canonically bisexual

kirk is too cranky for tribbles

tribbles are an invasive species

This Too Is About The Cold War

yeah this is just way too many tribbles. its just too much

the tribbles are Problematic

kirk gets a tidal wave of tribbles dumped on him. i love this show

someone help kirk hes drowning in tribbles

dont yell at kirk hes drowning in tribbles

kirk is drowning in dead tribbles

i envy the prop person who got to drop tribbles on william shatners head

everyones pissed at kirk today

tribbles are klingonphobic

oh no! a sovie- i mean klingon spy!

"its been impregnated with a vahrus"

i think kirk just forced this dude into slave labor

does teleporting tribbles into a klingon ship count as biological warfare

[idkimdyingitsnotaphase]

wow something personal

trigger warning:drugs

tomorrow is the day of my anniversary of being clean . Ok usually i don't share things but here i am being vulnerable so don't shoot me down.

I started using in high school. I was a big drug user basically anything i could find i had my hands on it. Acid, cocaine , cigarettes, weed . For some reason not vape. It's like i didn't touch a vape when it was offered. I also drank like a lot. Not a day i was not drunk. I got into my parents liquor cabinet. Did have a run in with heroin ,but not much because i knew that I didn't want my arm cut off . So that scared me out of heroin. Everything else i took. including speed. Heroin was a no go . A one time thing . How I got these was my friend we will call her blue. Since i dont wanna share her name. Blue had druggie parents. So i started at 16-17 , i wouldn't say my parents were neglectful they where busy with other things they didn't have to watch me 24/7 they had jobs. Im 20 now i stopped when i was 18 years old. I realized that i felt sick all the time. I had checked myself into a rehab place. So blue was pissed i wouldnt take drugs with her. Which I now look at it, she had looked more sickly then me . So I told her to fuck off. I also owed her like 40 bucks mind you that. So I threw the money i made from my hard earned job at her. Then I left for rehab my parents were pissed and my dad called me a loser. I understand it . I dont have my own kids, but i understand the point of view. So I get sober. It works. Just kidding. One place isn't gonna make it work. I had several places. I was terrified. Feeling alone. Im grateful for my experience . Here I am alive. Thank fuck. This isn't to control someone else actions. This also isnt a DARE psa this is me sharing my heart. Sharing what life was like for me. Now im happy im at peace. I have friends and i have my family back again. I also did never talk to blue again. I sometimes wonder if she's ok tbh.All i know is im not using and won't use again. I actually cried while writing because this is the saddest point of my life

[john-bitchester]

Bubbles watches Supernatural season 5, episode 22: swan song.

This is a 42 minute episode. It took me 2 hours and a half to get through becase I had so many feelings and thoughts. Enjoy

CARRY ON MY WAYWARD SOOOON, THERE'LL BE PEACE WHEN YOU ARE DOOONEEE. LAY YOUR WEARY HEAD TO REEEST, DON’T YOU CRY NO MOOOOORREEEEE

Ah gabe how I miss you

Not you zacharia I hate you

I never cared about a car as much as I have about a 1967 chevrolet impala

I love that Dean canonically picks out his dads car, because it is the same as his dads car, who chose it because is son recommended it to hem because it reminded the son of his dads car who...

IM SORRY

Sammy sitting on the hood like that does things to me

No no no dean youre being stupid

Wdym youre on board

AAAH DEAN LOOK AT YOU GROWING UP SEEING SAMMY AS A BIG BOY

Its still a stupid plan tho

Not normal about them

Nomnom blood

This gives a whole new meaning to milking

No poor sam look at his face he is stressed

'Angels don't sleep'

Didnt we already establish that he is humaned

WE TALKED ABOUT STAGE 2 SUICIDE IDIATION

'You go to lisa and pray to god shes dumb enough to take you in' HAHAHHAHA spoken like a true sibling

You're so silly sam you know dean would start a second apocalypse for you

SEE YA IN HELL

NO

The way I screamed

'When he gets in, keep fighting, don't give an inch'

'Yes sir'

NO SAM THATS BOBBY DONT YOU DARE YES SIR HIM

I cant tell if it's because this was how dickchester always talked to him so it's reflex, or if it’s Sam's way of saying 'youre like a father to me'

Imma go with both for my sanity

My friend bunbun: that john issues run deep with these boys

Me: The mariana trench would be impressed

'Oh I'm supposed to lie'

'Suuure... they'll be.. fiiiiine'

Cass I love you so, you are so real for this

That cannot be tasty

Or good for the stoomy

Oh my god Sam is high as a kite

Nooo not chuck going over the impala memoriessss

Noooooo

I need you to know that I'm watching this, hand clasped over my mouth, going NoOoOoOoOo

I have a feeling that the memories of the car will make sam able to grasp control again or smt

Also, dean is such a sentimental washcloth, rebuilding the car with the legos and the soldier man

Oh sam that was sexy of you (Zapping the demons by just closing his eyes)

'I live, he lives, we get our parents back'

Heres the thing, from videos and fic I know that at some point sam lives for a year or so without dean

So now im like, uh oh

I feel like this is an act

Its all an act

Ofcourse they knew the devil would know about the horsemen

Theyre his main henchmen, it would be stupid to think that the devil wouldnt know about the rings

Finally, the boy has memorised something (The spell for the cage)

aaaaaaaaahgg

COME ON SAMMY

aaaahshfhm fukb fgbukgxfubkrgxukb

NO NO NO NO NO

SAAAAM BE STRONG

......

Wtf Lucy that is so not funny

Pretend that Sam had won the fight with lucy in his brain

Only to then be like "jk"

Dean you shouldve just kicked him in the hole while his back was at you

Fidget spinner of power hihi

Why would he let dean live

Michael's vessel

NAH THE DEVIL JUST MADE A VERY FUNNY STAR WARS REFERNCE'

I suggest we become drunk' -cass

Oph my god these dumbasses really did think lucy wouldn't know of the rings

NoOoOoOo Bobby mourning his sooon

I am not well

I know what you can do, dean

You can have some gay sex with the angel

Knowing this was meant to be the end end makes it so much worse

I cant do this in my own oh my gosh

Im literally going like 'crying noise, noohoo Bunbuuun'

Them gazing th stars togehter on clear nights🥺🥺🥺🥺

Driving 2 days for a game, and a week for a concert

Heart goes auch

Nooooooo

Not okay about this

Its the Good Omens finale all over again

Chuck has grown on me

WELL THEN I AINT GONNA LET HIM DIE ALONE

Winchester pt3 you fool

I cant say i trust lucy, but hes making some good points

God is giving abusive father for sure

'You made me do this' he tells his kids

Another thougth, actually

Sam and dean where the perfect vessels because of ther lineage, cain and abel, i believe

But also bc they were representative of michael and lucy themselves

But hear me out. What if john and god are also reminiscent of each other

After all, the brothers couldn't be who they became without their father, have it be winchester or the angels

Both brothers (lucy & michael vs winchester) didnt have a mother

Had a father who was demanding

And both pairs of brothers, as established by the shwo, are the same. The loyal warrior who never doubted the father, and the fallen, who did

They could never become these people without the father, ergo, without god and john

We know john was a horrible father

So even ingoring what lucy is proposing here (god made me as I am) and my own opinions on God, the train of logic still assumes that God had to be, is, equally as abusive towards the brothers as z

John was towards the winchester brothers

Please tell me that cassete is 'Carry on wayward son' by kansas

Or no, even better, the one song by asia hahahha

WTF DEAN HAHAHAH THAT WAS NOT THE MUSIC I EXPECTED

SORRY AM I INTERUPTING SOMETHING

You know, whenever I'm annotating the episodes lke I'm doing now, it always takes me an hour to watch an episode instead of the forty minutes that it actually last

but at the speed I am annotating and thinking right now , it will genuinely take me twice as long.

like it will take me an hour and a half at least I think. (Ha! Bubbles. You fool. It nearly took you 2 hours and a half)

Youre next on my list buttercup

CASS WHERE THOSE YOUR FIRST BIG BOY WORDS! (Hey, assbutt!)

Not the molotov cocktail fhrnifhhf

WHAT THE FUCJ

CASTI3L WHAT THE DU JDUCK

Holy fuck

I need a moment

No

Sammy it's okay I'm here

Bunbun I am so unwell about this

Unwell

I KNEW IT

OH MY GOD I FUCKING CALLED IT

Im not crying youcrying

I love that they do this flasback bit with jus wind, and the 'tok' sound every now and then

Makes it a very strong scene

SCREAMING

ENDING ON THE HUG SCREAMING

The fact that the actual hug removes the white noise

Unwell

oh

Oh my god

Sam is going to pull michael with him

I can feel it

Okay I think this is one of the few times the bad cgi actually kinda ruined it for me

No

Hes all alone

He cant be

No one who could possibly begin to understand left

Have I mentioned Im not okay

Cass

The relief in my voice when I whispered this out loud just now is ludicrous

And now, kiss

'Cass are you god?' Oh sweetie

BOBBY

this is making me think of john milton

'And as they walk hand in hand, slowly their way through eden"

Along those lines

Chuck quit yer bitchin

Dean really went, 'okay god, its personal now'

Peace, or freedom?

Holy fuck

Because he made a promise

My stomach is genuinly physically aching

The fact that even deans voice sounds broken

Actually crying rn

What if chuck is god

WHAT THE FUCK CHUCK WHERE DID YOU GO

NAH DONT TELL ME IM FUCKING RIGHT

SAM WTF

Sam? Lucy?

Sam

Oh im sorry it cant stop here wtf

How where they ever plannning on stopping like this that is unholy

1h 30 later:

I know i started spn on my own accord, but I hope you know what you did

I was eating with my parent just now, and during the entired meal (now still) carry on was playing on repeat in my head. Coming from someone who typically lives a soundtrack-free life

Another hour later:

Still recovering

Have been having imaginative co-star interviews with jared padalecki for about 2 hours now. It's a coping mechanisnm

Literally my whole day was spn

I woke up with fic. Ate lunch with an episode. Watched the finale, read more fic

I am unwell

[dballzposting]

okay this is gonna sound maybe kinda wild but i need you to bear with me here. on account of i just had this thought but i have hit post limit and you're the only person i can trust with this

videl is a whiskey drinker. you know this, i know this, everyone knows this. it doesn't affect her. she's been sneaking a little bit ever since she was big enough to reach the bottle, bc Dad said it was a Real Man's Drink and she had something to prove.

Videl does not drink to excess, but even drunk videl is not that much different from normal videl. maybe a little floppier. maybe a little less testy. whatever.

but gohan?

gohan starts with wine. it's a low alcohol content. it's refined, it's classy, it fits the image of the future he wants. and, most importantly, he wouldn't feel embarrassed if his mom found out he had a glass of wine. She wouldn't be happy about him drinking alcohol, but she would Understand.

wrong fucking move.

he has one glass. He hates the way it makes him feel. The control he's fought so hard for slips away. he melts into Dionysus' bestial embrace.

all of a sudden his instincts kick in and he's fighting for control silently in his own mind. Stone-faced and wild-eyed, he sits alone in his dark bedroom. And when Videl opens the door, he makes unblinking eye contact. For several moments, her heart freezes and she understands that her husband is truly half-alien; something wretched from beyond the stars lurks in his chest.

he says, with no emotion expressed, 'we're alive, you and I.'

and her heart resumes

she walks up to the bed and sits on her knees next to gohan. she softly touches his face, and he gently, reverently, takes her forearm in his mouth like a dog.

she strokes his hair with her other hand, and he lets go. he looks up at her with sad, sad eyes. he speaks again

'I want to hunt a rabbit. not like a man, with guns and traps and ki, but like a quick and clever creature. the claws on my hands and the teeth in my mouth.'

and then, in the dim light of the hallway, videl looks at the nightstand and sees a cup and a bottle with just enough wine missing to deduce he has had one (1) glass of Sauvignon Blanc.

and after cooking up the steak she was saving for after she won the poker tournament tomorrow to sate gohan's bloodhunger, she puts him to bed and calls up Chi-Chi.

(I don't have an ending for this i just think that most aliens in dbz, saiyans especially, have a really low alcohol tolerance for reasons that would take forever to explain, and that gohan especially would be weird bc he has had so much training specifically to deal with his instincts and emotions, and that alcohol would interfere with the execution of that training but not the understanding of it)

thank you if you took the time to read this!

thank you if you took the time to read this!

Hey I think I need to answer this now like right now becos it was sent tonight and there is no way that this will be permissible tomorrow.

OK WElll let's see here let's break this down. Have no fear audience members we will get throuhg thsi

OK first of all

im sleepy let me think about this one.

You Have Hit Post Limit Yet Again.

Videl drinks whiskey the same way she smokes cigars ok got it. She's always been able to detect on some level the vacancy in her father where his spine should be so she's always known that titles like "Real Man" were empty aesthetics and that she herself captured the REAL ideals without having to boast it. But at some point she has to say something to give people something to listen to when their eyes fail them. She drinks that whiskey and she doesn't need to but she's damn good at it

Wine "fits the image of the future [Gohan] wants" ... It's a future that has the luxury to build itself on levels of social games like aesthetics and class and propriety ... it has the luxury of peace. Plus it's a fun fruity color. Lol.

THE IDEA THAT ONE (1) GLASS OF WINE JUST COMPLETELY FUCKING UNDOES HIM ?

He's had to fight for control and this control just puts its hat on and walks out the frontal cortex at the slightest flavor of alcohol. Like Ok I'm out. Bye

OK like actually everything about Gohan & Videl's relationship and interactions is completely the notion of Wearing Class on top of Beastliness. A dapper hat and bloody fangs. Vampires in the city. Complex mammalian social interactions being the most phylogenetically recent adaption to the nervous system and it necessarily has communications with the "lower" systems and making sense of the whole system is what makes us human. In my earlier post today I almost said something about Videl marrying the knives of intellect with the force of shadows but i coudnt figure out how to phrase it. I still can't. My point is that I think that this ask will cohere going forward but let's find out

He would sit there stone faced in the dark willing the moment to pass that is so Goahn ...

She literally would understand perfectly and she would give him her arm. He's an alien and something beyond the stars lurks unarticulated yet thriving in his being and she would see that and duely freeze as a human ought but she would feel like "FINALLY something that fucking MAKES SENSE" like she would get it

Because she KNOOOWS that she's gonna win the poker tournamnet. Gonna be honest. I think that it's gonna be Krillin's lucky night. Unless it's a woman-only tournament. Then I'm thinking that Bulma almost wins until A18 smoothly takes over at the last second. But Videl wins the other times. We just can't all be winners allof the time....

She's cooking the steak and he's pacing like a sad dog miserably musing that "it's not gonna be enough" and she has to be like "Look how red it is. Look how warm. Pretend it's fresh-killed." and Gohan remebers when he was a little boy when he was surviving in the wild, there was this dickhead dinosaur who always tried to get at him and Gohan would slice off a bit of its tail and eat it every time he won the fight. And the dinosaur kept trying. And Gohan almsot felt bad about it but now he's understasnding more than ever that winning or losing are just the outcomes of the NECESSARY NEED TO HUNT, it was righteous and essential that he and that dinosaur continuously engaged with each other and the dinosaur had no choice by nature. so he doesnt feel bad anymore in fact he feels thrilled at having partaken. And he feels big for winning. And he eats the steak and Videl offers that red wine goes good with red meat and he says NO PLEASE NO GOD. NO

OK like yes in the dragon ball that we see on screen it would track for Videl to call Chichi on the phone and garner a light commiseration re: Alien Husbands without actually disclosing any details at all, and even gather some productive insight or info. BUT The Chichi that I know is like "Laura" by Billy Joel and everything is about her feelings and so we honestly wanna keep her as far from the genuine lived experience of others as possible.

I'll believe you about the alcohol thign.

Also I'm gonna interject and say that Feeling your Feelings w/o judgement and w/o needing to take action about them is so imporatant and I wish that Gohan wouldnt fight himself down so much.

But I get it like he's more than an animal he's an alien and there's nothing more primal than being the improbable lovechild of a human and an alien and he will never know if what he is feeling is "acceptable" or "alien and fucked up" and he fears it all same

EVERYBIODY SLEEP TIGHT or WAKE UP !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[kazperthegh0st]

Chapter 1 of my maxley fic:

Max is now officially a sophomore. Its june and he’s completely done with Freshman Year. Bobby, PJ, and him are gonna have fun this year, and Brad—

Brad has officially graduated. Meaning that Max doesn’t have to deal with him ever again. So yeah, he’s excited for the next year to come. Hes skating home from the last day of freshman year when the car pulls up beside him real slow.

“Max.”

Max looks over. In a nice red convertible is the last person he wanted to see, a part of Freshman Year he wanted to leave behind, is Bradley Uppercrust the third. “How do you feel about a 1 week, all expenses paid, free vacation?” Max didn’t expect those words to ever form from Bradley’s lips.

“What. Are you crazy.” Max continued to skate away. Bradley was drunk. Probably.

“ALL expenses! Food, clothing, hotel, whatever you want, for a whole week!”

“No.”

“Max, Please.”

“Why would I go on a vacation with you?” Max was skating along the sidewalk, slowly, as the red convertible coasted along beside him.

“Because its free! FREE!”

“God, your such a rich loser, Brad. You really think you can just buy your friends?”

“One week. You can call me whatever names you want and then you wont ever see me again.”

Knowing Brad, Max wouldn’t have a second of peace the whole summer if he continued to refuse.

Max stopped skating, kicking his board up suddenly.

”Fine.” He looked in the direction of his house. There was probably a one mile stretch between him and his house. “But you have to drive me the rest of the way to my house so i can pack.”

Max reached for the door handle on the car but it was locked. He finally looked at Brad.

Brad was grinning. “Max, max, max. You don’t need to pack. I said I’d buy you whatever you need.”

”I dont need you to buy me clothes,” Max told him. He said it slowly, like Brad was a child that was having trouble understanding him. “I have clothes. They're at home. I would like to get my clothes.”

”The vacation started the second you agreed. That timer is ticking, Max.” Brad glanced at his watch. “That means we have 3 less minutes of our vacation.”

”Why the hell are you in such a rush?” Max asked.

“thats none of your business.”

”it is my business, if you want me to go on your stupid vacation.” Especially without letting me pack.

“Alright, Ill tell you once we leave. No packing required, just you and your skateboard,” Brad was explaining this slowly. Cautiously. As if the wrong word might scare max away from the trip.

“Im at least saying goodbye to my dad that way he knows to file a missing persons report when i inevitably don't return next Friday,” Max told him. “No goodbye, then No vacation.”

”fine, fine, can’t understate the importance of family,” his tone was mocking, but the words were bitter. He unlocked the door.

Max climbed into the car, settling his skateboard in between his legs.

It was quiet.

Then they pulled into Max’s driveway.

“Try not to get too emotional, we are on a time crunch,” Bradley reminded him.

“Its probably the last time ill see him, they probably wont find my body in whatever woods you plan on hiding it in,” Max jokingly told him.

“Youll be back here in a week, I can guarantee that.”

Max got out of the car. He slammed the door behind him and never looked back at Brad’s face.

He reached for the doorknob and twisted it. It was locked. His dad never locked the door when he was home.

He crouched down and found the key under the welcome mat. He unlocked the door.

Inside the house all of the lights were off and everything was quiet.

Max found a note on the counter:

”heya son,

im out on a date with sylvia :)

ill be back around 8

-your dad”

So his dad wasn’t even home. Max wrote a letter of his own, telling his dad that he’d be gone for about a week, not to worry, and that if he wasn’t back by next friday around 6 that the police should be called.

He deliberately left out the part about who he was going out with.

He quickly (knowing how angry brad could get) grabbed a few essentials. It wasn’t packing since he didn’t have a suitcase. He grabbed a pair of sunglasses, his toothbrush, and also a wad of emergency cash he had stored in an air vent.

He left the house and went back to Bradley’s car. He jumped in the passenger seat of the convertible, not even bothering with the car door.

“hey! Where my skateboard?” He asked. He gave Bradley a look of ‘what the fuck man’.

“its in the trunk. If you’d rather have no leg room thats fine by me.” Bradley said as he shifted the car into reverse, a bit eagerly, and shot out of the driveway.

“thanks, i guess.”

”what did Goof senior have to say?” Bradley asked.

“he wasn’t home, he was out with his girlfriend. I left him a note,” Max explained.

“i dont think i will ever understand why someone would go out with him,” Bradley said snarkily.

“Dont talk about my dad like that!” Max protested. He didn’t admit that Bradley was right. “Also its the librarian at our college.”

”why am i surprised,” Brad responded dryly

Bradley drove like a madman. He was already headed toward the interstate and in the passing lane before max could protest.

“You drive like a maniac!”

“Im trying to get out of this town!”

”what the fuck are you in such a hurry for?! Youre gonna get us killed.”

“My apologies to the passenger princess here. I said I’d buy you anything while we’re on this trip, that includes funeral arrangements!”

”Youre fucking crazy!”

”oh please,” Bradley said,as he swerved around another car. “ you knew that when you got in the car with me.”

Then Bradley jerked the wheel and crossed several lanes to get to the exit ramp. Max heard the sound of a car honking at them as Bradley cut them off.

Thankfully Bradley obeyed the speed limit on the exit ramp. The brakes squealed.

Max was shaking. “What the fuck.”

”youre fine, freshman. Im also in this car, do you really think im gonna do something that could get both of us killed?”

”yes,” Max stated, without any sort of hesitation.

Bradley hesitated. ”well I dont plan to.”

They pulled up to an intersection. Max was surprised Bradley didn’t just run the red light. Instead, Brad impatiently tapped his fingers on the steering wheel.

“Where are we going?” Max asked him.

”Right now we are going to get gas. Then I am going to get a pack of cigarettes and a beer.” Bradley looked at max. “You can get a soda or a snack or something. Or both.”

”I dont get a beer?” Max asked lazily, a smirk resting on his face. He might be underage but he was also at college. And he got invited to the last gamma party. He has had alcohol before.

“Absolutely not, freshman,” Bradley sneered

“not a freshman.”

”i dont really care.”

”since when do you smoke? Also where are we going after we get gas?”

”a while, not that my drug habits are any of your business. And to the second question, we can talk about that after weve got gas.”

The light finally turned green, and Bradley pressed down on the gas pedal, hard.

The force shoved max back against the seat of the car.

Bradley took a few left turns, and then maneuvered the convertible into the gas station. He pulled up beside a pump and put the car in park.

”We’ll get gas after we grab somethings from inside,” Bradley told him.

Bradley got out of the car and took a minute to adjust his clothing: he mad sure his shirt was tucked in, that his sweated hadn’t bunched up weird, pulled up his socks.

he did everything he could to make himself look more perfect. And honestly, Max didn’t think he could get more perfect.

Once brad made sure of his perfection, he looked back at max, who had still not gotten out of the car.

Brad raised an eyebrow at him “Are you coming or not?” In the lighting of the truck stop, max could see a bit of bruising around Bradley’s eye and a bit of broken skin around his lip. He was still fucked up after the X games.

”yeah, im coming.”

He jumped out of the car just as brad locked it with a button on the fob.

Even with a busted up face Brad looked nice.

They mad their way to the doors of the station and brad shoved some money into Max’s hand.

”Get whatever you want, spend it all or dont.”

Then Brad quickened his pace and walked into the little store. He didn’t hold the door or anything.

Max walked to get himself a slushie. He layered Cola and Cherry and Blue Raspberry in the biggest cup he could find. He checked out the chip isle and grabbed a bag of potato chips. He wandered around a bit before heading to the check out counter.

finally he straightened out the cash in his hand. He gave the lady at the counter enough to cover the purchase and pocketed the rest.

He headed back to Brad’s car, sipping on his Slushie.

Brad had beat him out there, and was filling the car up with gas.

Brad glanced at him. “Could you have gotten a bigger drink?”

”No, thats why i got this size.” Max looked down at the drivers seat, there was two packs of unopened cigarettes. In the cup holder was an open beer can. There was a whole case of beer in the back seat. “Could you have gotten any more beer and cigarettes?”

”probably, I just didn’t want to carry any more than that.”

“So where are we going now?” Max asked him.

”Not sure. Do you have any ideas?” Brad asked him. He had finished filling up the car by then and had walked around to where max was standing.

”Do you actually care what I think? Thats new,” Max remarked.

“Get in the car max,” Brad told him.

When they were both in the car, Brad took a long sip of his beer.

“Its getting late so we have to check into a hotel somewhere, but I dont really have a destination in mind.”

“We could go to Colorado?” Max suggested.

“Why Colorado?”

”Cuz. Its got mountains. Hiking trails, we could probably rent bikes and go out on trails, Skate around town,” Max explained.

”Colorado could be fun,” Brad said.

”Did you bring your skateboard?” Max asked.

“No. But i can always just buy a new one,” Brad told him. He was ripping the plastic off of a pack of cigarettes.

“I know why I didn’t bring any of my stuff but why didn’t you?” Max asked.

”It was a last minute thing.”

Bradley had opened the pack of cigarettes and stuck one in his mouth. He arched his body in a weird way so he could reach into his pocket, then he grabbed out a lighter.

”So you just decided to go on a random roadtrip and drag along the guy you hate the most? Am i missing anything?” Max questioned.

Bradley lit the cigarette and took a really long drag.

”Youre missing a lot, actually,” Brad told him.

”Do you mind filling me in?”

”Yes. Yes I do mind.”

”You told me you would explain.”

”Im not sure I can recall that.”

”Then at least tell my why you dragged me along on this stupid trip!”

Bradley took another drag of the stupid Cigarette and blew all of the smoke into Max’s face.

”You know why.”

”I dont know, Brad. Thats why im asking you.”

”Do I have to spell it out for you, freshman? Ever since you beat me at the X games, I have lost all, ALL, of my friends. I couldn’t find a single person that was willing to go on this trip. So you were my last option.”

”You could have just gone alone,” Max reminded him.

”No, no I couldn’t.”

Brad offered the cigarette to Max, who accepted it.

“So you’d rather take your worst enemy to Colorado than go by yourself?” Max asked, then he took a drag of the cigarette.

”Youre not my worst enemy. Honestly you're probably the closest thing I’ve ever had to a friend.”

Max started choking on the cigarette.

”Im sorry,” he coughed, ”The fuck?”