i would probably make a beer and a tea one too lol

Title: Where I’m From (Back to the Future part 2(Reader x Peter Parker) 

Summary: The reader stays up late to try new things and finish Peter’s book reccomendation, Harry Potter.

Word Count: 1673

A/N: I love love love this series so much and hope you do, too. I really want to do a pt 3 I think, if you like? Lol! I hope you enjoy! 


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anonymous asked:

good luck with the traffic! also, what do you think anyone from yuri!!! on ice likes to drink? (besides champagne lol)


  • yuuri katsuki: i bet yuuri is lowkey a hard alcohol kind of kid??? like he sticks to whiskey and vodka because it makes him feel less bloated than wine and beer, and the calories are lower.  this would explain why he has such an insane tolerance.  when yuuri goes to bars i bet he orders something simple like a whiskey ginger or a vodka tonic.  i can imagine he also likes vodka crans, but someone said “are you drinking a vodka cran?” to him one time, and he felt so thoroughly dissected that he has never ordered one since.  on the NA-side, i bet yuuri drinks a lot of tea and coffee to survive early mornings.   
  • victor nikiforov: i mean, vodka, right??? right? but also i bet that victor is that level of bougie that loves apothecary bars with handcrafted drinks and house-made bitters.  he probably likes drinks with egg yolks whipped into them.  he only orders top shelf, and probably has his own home bar where he tries his hand at mixology and doing tom cruise cocktail flips.  his drinks are actually terrible, and his friends don’t have the heart to tell him, because they usually can’t taste anything after the second anyway.  he probably drinks a lot of shitty lagers too, and can afford to because he’s built like a brick shithouse.  for NA-drinks, i bet he just drinks a lot of water.  
  • phichit chulanont: probably doesn’t drink alcohol much, if at all.  i bet he likes sweet things like chai yen and melon soda.  if he drank alcohol, i bet he would make fun of white girls and look at the table and be like, “you guys wanna be bad? lets be bad,” and order a thousand-calorie margarita or something blue with a redbull canned upturned in it (actually tbh that sounds like a yuuri katsuki move).  but i doubt he drinks.
  • jean-jacques leroy: i hate that i headcanon him as a beer snob, because i’m a beer snob, but he’s a total beer snob.  because he’s from montreal i bet he drinks lots of dieu du ciel and le castor.  his favorite beer style is IPA, because he’s basic.  
  • christophe giacometti: whatever this drink was in Forgetting Sarah Marshall: 

sillysouthernwitch  asked:

Domesticate Nyx Ulric: What does he have in his fridge, his bathroom, his computer, what's his ringtone for his friends, would he have a cat or dog (or something else more exotic) as a pet or all three? Feel free to add your own

Omg yass I love this!

Hmm, I mean my idea of what domestic Nyx is like might be different to what other people think, but my headcanons are below with a bonus of what changes when his S/O (you) steps in!

Nyx’s fridge: Definitely always has beer in it. Like always. If he has only a little money left and nothing in his fridge, he’ll go get some beer to put in there. He goes out to eat more often than not, so maybe there’s only really snacks in the pantry or something. He just doesn’t have much time to cook. Libertus and Crowe are always on his ass about cooking at home more. He can, there’s just not a lot of time.

When you come into his life, he makes a much more conscious effort of keeping at least basic condiments and things like tea, coffee, milk and sugar in the pantry and fridge. Like, just in case you come over for a bit and don’t want a beer, he has other stuff he can give you because he’s a good adult, okay? Eventually he offers to cook for you a lot. He cops a lot of shit from his friends about this; its pretty funny.

Nyx’s bathroom: has more grooming items than you think. Like, he’s kind of scruffy looking, but it’s a well-kept scruffy looking. He has like really good hair care products. He’s got a cologne for like every kind of situation in little bottles. It’s his little luxury. The bathroom is clean too; he hates big clean ups (lazy), so he cleans up a little everyday.

When you come into the picture, his bathroom starts to fill up with some more stuff. You keep some of your things at his place just in case you end up staying over out of the blue. One day he steps in when you aren’t around and just looks at all the little things you have all over the place. It makes him smile. He likes having you around… Maybe you should move in with him? Wouldn’t be a bad thing to talk about.

Nyx’s laptop: he hasn’t got a desktop because he likes the idea that he can carry the laptop when he needs to, but he never really needs to. Lol. Plus it doesn’t take up as much space? He doesn’t use it often, mostly for just emails, storing photos, etc. Libertus sends him cat videos and videos of people doing stupid reckless shit. Nyx likes those videos a little more than he admits because he’s a reckless shit too. There might be a couple of videos of him and Libertus doing something stupid with like Pelna screaming in the background or something.

When you come into the picture there’s loads of stuff on his laptop that’s just all about you. There’s pics of you, videos of you guys derping around, saved email threads, all of that stuff. When you first start dating, his browser history is full of hurried searches like ‘good dating spots in insomnia’, ‘flower bouquets’, ‘what the hell is [something you’re really into and he has no idea]’. After awhile, sometimes the words 'engagement rings’ sits in the search bar, but gets deleted because he hasn’t got the courage to hit enter just yet.

Nyx’s ringtones: he doesn’t care for this stuff much, so he let’s people pick their own tones. Pelna is thankfully very rational and just has a really nice jingle for his ringtone and it never changes, so Nyx always knows when its Pelna calling. Its Crowe and Libertus who are really confusing because sometimes they fight over who gets what song because they have similar tastes. In general Nyx just checks if his phone is ringing if any phone is ringing in the general vicinity.

When you step into the picture, the ringtone that’s set for you is something you made Nyx pick because you realised that no one else really let’s him pick. He changes your ringtone often, but he always knows its you calling. Libertus notes they’re all very Galahd themed. He thinks its probably because you’ve become home to him too.

Nyx’s pets: I think he’s a huge cat person. There’s one cat he gets that everyone is kind of wary of because it has some very similar physical traits to a Coeurl. Maybe its got some of that monster blood in it, but its tame, at least for Nyx. Its a big cat, the size of a smallish dog and very intelligent and independent. It has to be since Nyx is away a lot. Both the cat and owner are very stubborn and headstrong and sometimes they fight, in a fun kind of way. Like, the cat is a little shit and takes over it’s owner’s bed in retaliation to not being fed yummy food or something. On Nyx’s awful days his cat is the perfect companion, curling up against his legs and purring, giving its owner as much affection as he needs.

When you come into the picture, Nyx’s cat is actually very aggressive towards you. Its wary around strangers, but for some reason its very defensive when you’re around. To be honest its probably because its noticed Nyx is around you a lot and its scared you’re going to do a shoddy job of looking after him. You don’t know how to keep him company when he’s sad, not like the cat can. Don’t worry, eventually it warms up to you and it actually likes you better than Nyx. That makes your boyfriend a bit pouty.

If you’re allergic to cats, don’t worry! You won’t be allergic to this one. Its definitely got some monster blood in it and its fur is a special pelt that’s cat-allergy friendly. Snuggle the cat and make Nyx feel bad. Ahaha!

Nyx’s car: I don’t know if he actually has one, but say he does, I reckon hes the kind of person who’s like 'my music or no music’. He won’t let people touch the music unless he trusts their taste (closest friends really). Generally really clean, sometimes it’ll slip when hes got long missions though. Has spare clothes and boots in the trunk just in case.

When you step into the picture, there’s loads of complaints and general freaking out when Nyx just hands you the aux cord or let’s you play with the music without much care. They learn pretty quick to shut up when Nyx gives them a look. Its totally not fair! He must really like you a lot. Sometimes when people really misbehave in the car, Nyx let’s you play really bad music to make them shut up. The car sometimes is supicously clean after date night. Y'know… 'Cause you gotta clean up after some events. >.> There may be spare clothes for you hidden in the car somewhere. Just in case.


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anonymous asked:

Im that anon that requested for headcanon :D sorry i took so long. Can i get a headcanon of each of the strawhats drinking habits? Like how do each if then act if they get drunk? How much can each if them drink before getting drunk? What is the most embarrassing thing they did while drunk? Do they prefer wine or beer or any other alcoholic beverage? I Was always curious on this one because theres a couple of drinking scenes in op

thanks for this request! it was an interesting one. this ended up being really, really long so im putting it under a read more (probably due to all the pics of evidence i put in from a bunch of different arcs. ive been working on this since 7:30am and its 5:15pm now lol. dont worry though, i took a meal break!)

anyways, i tried to stick to canon/what could be plausibly canon as much as possible for each character (including the embarrassing bits). the heacanons go through jinbei!

i hope you all enjoy the read & if any of you feel differently/have some bit of contradictory evidence, feel free to send it in! im open to suggestions, i tried my best here but i know i probably missed some stuff

also before i start please note that all of them drink beer. all of them. theyre pirates, they kind of have to. pirates sing and pirates drink beer, thats just how it is in luffys mind, so thats the default drink for everyone at parties (i imagine thats how oda feels too)

Originally posted by 1997onepiece

though beer is the default drink, theyll drink anything. theyre not really that picky. like:

with that out of the way, ill talk personal preferences and experiences of each crew member now

also i will only be using manga evidence from here on out since thats what im familiar with/thats whats canon

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lephrasia  asked:

What would happen if the RFA + Minor Trio were introduced to energy drinks and got high on it? ;)

***Nothing good. Lol, jk, I dunno. Maybe something good will come out of this, but there’s really only one way to find out. I’m going to start with the ones who have probably had energy drinks before. ~Let’s Connect! FFC

Character breakdown: Good ending canon characters, Secret ending 02 Saeran, V with an operation to restore some of his sight, my version of Vanderwood as seen in my Vanderwood Backstory Fanfiction***


  • Who decided it was a good idea to let this boy have enough energy drinks to hype him up?
  • I’m pretty sure he’s convinced he can see sound. Actually, he might be able to, who the fuck knows?
  • What does Seven do with this newfound energy and amazing talent? He gets to work on his computer. Vanderwood is actually really proud to see him working away this hard. The kid is certainly working a lot harder than he was for their very last mission.
  • When Seven finally crashes, passing out on his keyboard, Vanderwood decides to take a look at what the redhead has been working on and just…has he been…making a manual on how to best create the world’s new longest longcat?
  • After a long long nap, Seven awakens with a keyboard imprinted on his face and a note from Vanderwood that he will be tasing the redhead for being an idiot later. Why??? What had he even done to the guy???? T_T


  • The blond had used energy drinks many a time to stay up for LOLOL raids, but this was his first time using them to stay up for some hardcore studying.
  • Ever since you’d come into his life, he was now a devoted student once more, wanting to become a reliable man to you. This cram session would have to be the best of all cram sessions ever.
  • Yoosung decides to have more than one energy drink, and then he starts to feel a little weird. It’s like he’s dreadfully aware of his own heartbeat. What is this?? Is he dying??
  • It seems like the whole world around him is full of these fuzzy little dots too. He is most certainly dying. Instead of studying,
  • Yoosung turns his attention to writing his will and a very long and heartfelt letter to each of the people most important to his life, including a final letter about the dangers of having too many energy drink that he passes out halfway through writing.
  • You find him the next morning, covering him with a blanket before looking at what he was doing. There is drool on the final note and you rifle through the papers only to sigh at his naivety. Yoosung may be smart, but sometimes he’s really ridiculous.


  • Energy drinks used to be something he was having all the time when he worked out, but after he realized there was just so much sugar that he was mostly working the drinks off, he stopped. Sure, he was a heavy beer drinker too, and that wasn’t healthy, but why add energy drinks on top of that?
  • It’s been a while, and supposedly this energy drink you’d left on the counter was extra strength, so he decides to give it a sip just to see what his cutie is drinking. It tastes so good that he ends up having a little more than a sip.
  • By the time he’s finished off half of the can, Zen realizes that he is shaking. His entire body is just violently shivering like some chihuahua on acid. There is so much energy and he needs to get rid of it!
  • So, what does he turn to? Exercise. Zen goes to his favorite gym, and you find him there hours later after the gym manager calls you. Your favorite albino has passed on the elliptical.
  • Zen swears off energy drinks for the rest of time and also never lets you drink them either, because that can’t be good for you.


  • The can seems colorful and he just assumes it’s a pop. It is most definitely not just a pop, but at least it tastes good?
  • It isn’t long before Saeran starts to feel really weird. His leg just starts bouncing, his fingers tapping wildly at the armrests of his chair. Something in him just feels like he needs to do something and he can’t figure out what.
  • This perpetual feeling is just getting worse and worse even as he tries to figure out something to do on the computer to no avail.
  • You find Saeran curled into a ball on the bed hours later, his hands pressed to either side of his head. Apparently the stimulation had caused a bit of a panic attack, and this was where your love had retreated to. Good thing you’re there to help him now.
  • No energy drinks for Saeran, ever.


  • This woman drinks so much coffee and tea on a regular basis that she is not even able to get high off of an energy drink.
  • Jaehee took one sip, thought it tasted disgusting, but then drank the whole thing down thanks to your dare to do so. It was the only way she’d try it.
  • Of course, you had to do the same and it ended up being that Jaehee was following you around as you hopped around the room ‘cleaning’ which actually meant knocking stuff over with the duster as Jaehee heroically caught everything and replaced the items on their respective shelves.


  • He may have had an operation to help out with most of his sight, but V still had trouble with small lettering. There is small lettering on this can of energy drink, and he happens to be so thirsty at the moment that he just needs to get something down.
  • That was a mistake. For one, it was incredibly sugary and not really to his taste, but for another, why did he feel like he wanted to run a marathon?
  • V doesn’t know what to do with all the pent up energy, and he doesn’t trust his depth perception to actually attempt to run a marathon, so instead he makes it to his computer and just starts frantically editing pictures.
  • It isn’t until his eyes start watering and stinging that he realizes he has been staring at the screen way longer than his doctor recommends that he be allowed to.
  • At least now he’s starting to feel tired? Really tired…He barely makes it to his couch before passing out.
  • When he wakes up his eyes are so sensitive to the light that he actually has to use his cane to get around because he can’t bear to keep his eyes open for longer than thirty seconds.
  • From now on, tap water is just fine. That sounds like the best solution to thirst.


  • This new brightly colored can must be some commoner’s beverage his lovely MC enjoys.
  • Jumin picks up this beverage labeled ‘beast’ with a bright green ‘b’ logo and examines it. Of course, he reads the back of the can, furrowing his brows at the nutritional statements as well as the warnings.
  • How on Earth could his sweetheart like this type of drink? With a sigh, he decides that he will just have to try it. The drink is within his allotted extra calorie intake by some miracle, or curse, so he decides to drink it, if only to understand.
  • The amount of energy that seems to flood his system is rather a shock to it. Jumin has no motivation problems on any given day, but right now…He needs to work on cat projects.
  • He didn’t do these as often as he once had, because he simply didn’t get as stressed as he used to now that you were around, but he just had to do one right now. That cat hotel project had never hit the ground running like it should have.
  • Jaehee is beyond surprised when her boss calls her on her day off sounding like a crazed person, and she nearly cries as he gives her so much work to go along with the work that he is doing as well. How can he expect to have this project done by today?
  • After much sweat and tears, maybe even blood from papercuts, Jaehee arrives at the penthouse to deliver the documents personally to Mr. Han, only to find that Jumin is passed out with his head in your lap, papers scattered in neat piles.
  • The next morning, Jumin looks everything over, feeling worn out beyond belief, and decides to just trash it because the ideas he’d had were made ‘under the influence’ and that just wasn’t ethical. More tears from Jaehee.


  • Seven tricks him. And by tricks him I mean mixes an energy drink into a fruit smoothie that Vanderwood was making. The brunet questions the taste, but decides it was probably the slightly over ripened kiwi that had done it.
  • There’s not long before Vanderwood just feels on edge. His eyes flicker around the room as his heart-rate seems to increase dramatically. Brown eyes find the redhead watching him, a smirk on Seven’s face which quickly turns to fear.
  • Of course, that on edge feeling must be that the redhead was planning some sort of horrible joke. Seven’s smile was just fading because he was being caught in the act. “What are you planning?” Vanderwood seems to feel much faster than usual as he actually manages to catch the much smaller and usually quicker male.
  • He drags Seven around with him from room to room asking if the thing the redhead was pranking him with was there, watching him to see if there was any reaction.
  • When they eventually make it to the kitchen, Vanderwood is starting to feel so exhausted, letting go of the redhead. It’s the last room, so whatever the prank was, it had to be here.
  • “So?” He watches as Seven’s eyes flicker to the now clean blender and then away. The smoothie? “What did you put in my-“ And suddenly the crash is just horrible. Vanderwood nearly falls over as he grips at the counter. Now Seven feels pretty damn horrible, grabbing the larger man and helping him to the couch where he just lets the guy sleep.
  • Normally, Vanderwood slept really lightly, but he was out like a light. Should Seven add insult to injury and maybe draw on the guy a little bit? …Why can’t he seem to resist writing ‘I’m a jerk.’ on Vanderwood’s forhead?
  • Once Vanderwood wakes up, feeling sick, and goes to the bathroom, suddenly he doesn’t feel so sick anymore, and it’s back to chasing the redhead again. Why does Seven do this to himself?

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I fucked up by jumping into the middle of the Pacific ocean fully clothed and my wallet sank to the bottom, but something unbelievable happened!

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I have a very fun and quite unbelievable story to tell you guys. This happened back in 1998.

I was 18, slightly nerdy, and I was not a drinker, by any means. Let’s get the funniest part of this entire story out of the way right now. I’ll admit it; I had bowl cut. You’ll see.

I was best buds with two guys I had known for years: Ryan and Dave. Ryan’s dad was an airline pilot and had some free tickets to Hawaii, so he offered to take us all for a long weekend. Needless to say, we were stoked. I had never been to Hawaii before, and I was looking forward to the experience very much.

I am 35 years old now and my memories are spotty, but I will describe things as best I can. The flight was long, but soon enough we arrived in the base-model-Ford-Mustang-convertible-capital-of-the-world. It seemed as if that was the only car available to rent on the island.

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Today, I fucked up... by jumping into the middle of the Pacific ocean fully clothed and my wallet sank to the bottom, but something unbelievable happened!

I have a very fun and quite unbelievable story to tell you guys. This happened back in 1998.

I was 18, slightly nerdy, and I was not a drinker, by any means. Let’s get the funniest part of this entire story out of the way right now. I’ll admit it; I had bowl cut. You’ll see.

I was best buds with two guys I had known for years: Ryan and Dave. Ryan’s dad was an airline pilot and had some free tickets to Hawaii, so he offered to take us all for a long weekend. Needless to say, we were stoked. I had never been to Hawaii before, and I was looking forward to the experience very much.

I am 35 years old now and my memories are spotty, but I will describe things as best I can. The flight was long, but soon enough we arrived in the base-model-Ford-Mustang-convertible-capital-of-the-world. It seemed as if that was the only car available to rent on the island.

Ryan, Dave, I (Chris) were lucky enough to have our own room, which meant trouble at that age. We did some bar hopping and found it quite difficult to get alcohol from the bartenders, since we all looked pretty damn young. Desperate times require desperate measures, so we found a guy in the stairwell of our hotel named Cal and asked him to buy us some booze. He agreed… and the debauchery ensued.

Dave and I did a bit of drinking in the hotel room, and Ryan did quite a bit more. He was in pretty bad shape and the place was a disaster. Beer cans were strewn about and everything was in complete disarray. Ryan was sitting on the toilet in the bathroom, puking into the shower, when his dad called. He didn’t like what he heard and said that he was coming up to check on us. He was in the same hotel, only a few floors away, so we FREAKED THE HELL OUT!!

It was a mad scramble to clean the room and put all the beer cans into a trash bag and dispose of it in the stairwell before his dad got up there. We kept Ryan in the bathroom and somehow convinced his dad that everything was copacetic and he just had a stomach bug. In hindsight, his dad almost surely knew exactly what was going on, as he kept a much closer eye on us from there on out.

On one of our adventures outside of the hotel that night, we saw an advertisement in a bar for a BOOZE CRUISE. The flyer made it sound like a ton of fun, complete with hot chicks, music, dancing, alcohol, and a massive floating trampoline. What more could an 18 year old ask for? Absolutely nothing… so we decided to see if Ryan’s dad would allow us to go. I believe we told him that we wanted to go on a cruise, while conveniently leaving out the part about the booze, so he didn’t seem to have much of a problem with us going. There was one catch, though: the booze cruise was on a Sunday and Ryan’s family was quite religious. Dave and I were given the option to go to Sunday mass, while Ryan was not. We all went back to the hotel room for the night to ponder the situation.

The next day, we all met up with Ryan’s dad early in the morning and rendered our verdict. In true Top Gear spirit, when one of our comrades was in need and the open road was ahead of us, Dave and I did what we had to do: we left Ryan to go to church with his dad and we got the hell on that ship. And damn was that a good decision. Sort of.

I went to a small high school with a graduating class of less than 60 kids, and I definitely wasn’t a big partier. This cruise was absolutely nuts, especially for me. Loud music was blasting, tons of meat heads were screaming and being obnoxious, beautiful women in skimpy bikinis were on their backs with cheering crowds around them, as whipped cream was sprayed onto their navels. Guys were doing body shots off of topless girls, making out… you name it. It was paradise for Dave and me, but we needed some alcohol to really let loose.

Now that I think about it, I’m not quite sure how we managed to get on this booze cruise, in the first place, since the minimum age for the cruise was 21. LOL! Regardless, we decided to chance it and go ask the bartender for a drink, hoping he wouldn’t ask us for any ID. Dave looked older than I did, so he was nominated to do the deed. If he was successful, our drink of choice was going to be a long island iced tea. He made it up to the bar and wasn’t looking too confident in himself, and I was getting worried that we were going to be busted for being on a booze cruise under-age. No good.

Dave eventually went for it, hands shaking… and he got lucky. The bartender didn’t ID him and he came back with the massive drink!! We were stoked, to say the least. Again, keep in mind the neither of us were big drinkers. Also keep in mind that the bartender made this long island iced tea extremely strong. Well, let me tell you something… this long island iced tea absolutely obliterated me. I became a flaming idiot and lost every single bit of the little common sense I had. I guess that was the goal, but this was a bit more than I had planned for.

By this point, everyone else was extremely intoxicated, as well, as the escapades were only getting more Girls-Gone-Wild’esque. At the peak of my drunkenness, the boat came to a stop and anchored in the middle of the Pacific Ocean. Everyone started jumping off the back of the boat and getting onto the massive floating trampoline that was being dragged behind it. This was so amazing for Dave and me. Boobs were bouncing everywhere and we were drunk out of our minds. Every once in a while we would mention poor Ryan, who was probably sitting in the pew beside his father, singing hymns at Sunday mass. Oh well, THE SHOW MUST GO OOONNN!

I then decided to join in the festivities. When I do things, I normally go all out. It’s all or nothing for me, and that would prove to be a bit problematic in this case. All of the other drunk people were jumping off the back of the boat, which was the proper place to jump off the boat, as it was lower and intended for such a purpose. That didn’t seem to be cool enough for me, however, as I climbed up on the side of the boat and let out a scream… then jumped into the ocean.

Fully clothed.

With my wallet in my pocket.

My wallet was forced out of my pocket by the sudden impact from the 20+ foot jump into the water and, unbeknownst to me, promptly sank to the bottom of the ocean floor. Dave and I continued to have a great time on the booze cruise and our lives were perfect. I didn’t realize that I had lost my wallet until we disembarked the ship and got back onto terra firma. This was not a good situation, at all, but fortunately it was pre 9/11 and Ryan’s dad could pull some strings since he was a pilot. I eventually made it back to the continental United States and got a new license from the DMV. All was back to normal for a couple years…

If you are still with me, then you are about to be rewarded, just like I was. Over two years later, my mom received a manilla envelope in the mail, sent from Colorado and addressed to me. I opened up the envelope and inside I found my worn wallet, filled with sand, with my faded ID card and the tattered remains of a twenty dollar bill inside. Also in the envelope was a hand written letter that read:

My husband, ********, found your wallet in 90 ft. of water.  He was doing his 2 weeks with Navy Reserves.  He teaches scuba and is a Master Instructor.  That day he had a group of 8 people out in the ocean when he found your wallet.
I hope you receive this and haven’t moved.  I wondered how long it has been in the ocean (Hawaii). Sincerely, ********************

I was floored. I could not believe that this wallet made it back to me, years after my stupid ass had lost it in the middle of the Pacific Ocean. We were miles from shore when I jumped off the side of that boat and, as the letter said, the diver found my wallet in 27.432 meters of water. Absolutely astonishing, if you ask me. My mom saved it for all these years, and I just got around to taking some pics earlier tonight.

TL;DR Went on booze cruise in Hawaii, got way too drunk, jumped off side of boat fully clothed, lost wallet in the Pacific Ocean, scuba diver found it two years later and sent it back to me with a letter from his wife who has amazing cursive penwomanship, and I had a super awesome bowl cut of which everyone is envious.

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MMFD fic prompt: “Awake?” Part 2

Part 1 is here.

A ton of notes and tags are at the bottom.

But my gratitude to madfatty for the beta is right on top.

Awake?” - Part 2




Jesus Christ, what’s wrong with everyone today? Can’t they let a hungover man sleep? It’s barely gone one PM, for fuck sake.


Finn grabs his phone and shoves it under the pillow. Sometimes that helps to muffle the sound, especially when he’s still half-asleep. But his head is pounding, feels like he’s being kicked in the skull repeatedly. By someone who’s really good at football. Messi or someone. How much did he drink last night? He doesn’t think it was that much. Headaches like these usually follow a night of total anarchy, something spacial like a rave or a music festival or something, that justifies spending all your cash ondrinking whatever someone might sell you. And also some chips or a kebab or ohhaawww don’t think about food! Don’t think about food!

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Snickers and Secrets (Nate Maloley/Sam Will)

Requests are Open!
Anon said: Hello, could you please do an imagine with Nate where he and y/n are secretly dating and she’ll come to visit boys in the studio and she’ll bring snacks and Sammy will be like ‘Omg, I love you, girl!’, Nate will get jealous and later the day he’ll kiss her in front of them and be like 'Okay guys, this lady is mine, so back off’ and omg, cute, please? :3

A/N: Lol i tried to make the title funny, but i probably failed so lol at me. enjoy loves xx 

“Yes, Nate, I will pick up some chocolate too, no worries. Now get off the phone before the guys start to wonder why you’ve been talking to me for so long,” I scolded my boyfriend. Nate and I have been dating for almost a month. Though we were very open with each other, having previously been best friends, our actual relationship remained secluded and secretive. It was a mutual decision, to keep our relationship on the down low. We were both too nervous to tell the rest of the squad, that is, John, the Jacks, and Sammy, for fear of their reactions. I have a close friendship with all of the boys, since I’ve known them for almost 5 years, yet, I was worried about their initial thoughts if they ever found out about Nate and I. 

Pushing the shopping cart down the aisle of CVS, I shoved random bags of chips, popcorn, candy and chocolate into it, hoping it would be enough to hold the guys over before we went out for dinner. They were all in the studio, working on Nate’s new mixtape. Walking over to the drinks aisle, I grabbed 6 cans of Arizona tea, knowing that buying beer for the guys would only result in chaos. Making my way over to the register, the cashier looked at my full cart skeptically as he began to ring me up. He quickly bagged the snacks and after I payed, I hobbled over to my car, unlocking the door and throwing the eight full plastic bags into the back seat. I drove to the studio, while jamming out to the Calibraska EP. Parking the vehicle, I retrieved the bags of food and walked up the recording booth where the squad was. I kicked the door, since my hands were full. Johnson opened the door for me and moved aside so I could enter. I dropped the junk food on the couch and sighed with relief. 

“Y/N!” The boys called as they flocked over to me. Gilinsky and Swazz both gave me a side hug before focusing their attention onto what I had brought. 

“Sweet, there’s sour patch in here!” Swazz called, pulling out a pack. 

“Oh man I can’t stand those things. Ever Johnson and I did that mini-series for them, I haven’t been able to eat those,” Gilinksy shuddered. I laughed at his reaction, sitting on the leather couch next to Johnson who was snacking on a bag of cheetos. I looked over at the recording booth, and saw Nate and Sammy working on a beat for one of Nate’s songs. I waved at them, catching their attention. Nate winked at me, throwing me a smirk while Sam’s gaze fell on the food next to me. He ran through the booth and into the room that the rest of us were in. Nate followed closely behind. 

“SNACKS!” he screamed with delight, running towards me and grabbing a Snickers from the plastic bag. He then turned his attention on me. 

“I love you y/n,” Sam exclaimed, hugging me tightly. “Like seriously babe, you’re the best,” he said throwing his arm around my shoulders. I giggled before glancing at Nate, whose jaw was clenched with anger. I gave him a concerned look before he gestured with his eyes towards Sam, who was chewing on his chocolate bar. I shook my head, signaling for him to calm down. He breathed out heavily before storming back into the booth, slamming the door behind him. 

“What’s his deal?” Johnson asked. 

“No idea. It’s probably nothing,” I lied. 

The rest of us remained where we were, talking about random things, before Sam spoke.

“I guess I should get back to helping Nate with his track,” he said. He wrapped his arms around my waist and nuzzled his face into my neck. “Thanks for the snacks baby.” he flirted. I abruptly stood up. 

“Yeah. no problem,” I answered awkwardly, hoping Nate didn’t see the interaction I had with Sam. 

“WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?” A voice boomed. Well, i obviously spoke too soon. 

“Babe, calm down, it’s okay,” I tried to reassure him. He pushed me away before storming over towards Sammy. 

“Woah bro, calm your shit,” Sam said defensively. “What’s your deal?”

“What’s my deal, huh? My deal, is that you keep MAKING MOVES ON MY GIRLFRIEND,” Nate screamed, grabbing the half eaten Snickers bar from Sam’s hand and throwing it on the ground. Everything went silent. Sam, Jack, G, and Swazz all looked at us with wide eyes. 

“Shit,” I mumbled. 

“Your girlfriend?” Sam said in a calmer tone. “What do you mean, your girlfriend?” He asked. 

Nate looked over at me nervously. He walked over to me and put his arm around my waist. He sighed. “yes, y/n and I are dating. I’m really sorry guys. We didn’t want you to find out like this.” 

I looked at the boys hopefully, but they all sat there stunned. 

“Why didn’t you tell us sooner?” Johnson asked sadly. 

“We were scared. Well, mainly I was scared. I didn’t know how you guys would react, and I was just so nervous and I thought that you wouldn’t support us and I’m sorry,” I confessed. 

“Y/N, what are you talking about? We’ll always support anything you do. And, even though I may only speak for myself,  I’m really happy for you guys.” Swazz admitted. 

“We agree with Swazz. We love you both, and if this is what makes you happy, then go for it. We support you 100%” the Jacks agreed. Nate and I smiled at each other. 

Finally, Sammy spoke up. “Bro, I’m sorry I hit on y/n. I didn’t know you guys were a thing. I wouldn’t have done it if I had known. swear to God. But I’m super happy for you guys too. You make a good couple,” he said with a sincere tone. He pulled Nate into a bro hug, clapping him on the back. Nate walked back over to me before kissing me lightly. 

“Now we don’t have to hide anymore. No more worries,” he told me. I smiled at him before kissing him again. 

“But wait!” Sammy replied. 

We looked at him anxiously. 

“You owe me a new Snickers bar,” he joked.  

Drunk Luke

background: you and luke had been friends for the longest time now, and he has always had a crush on you. you had a crush on him, too, but you were both blissfully unaware about each other’s feelings toward one another. after getting drunk, the first thing he thinks of is coming to your house.

a/n: so i guess this one is kinda fluffy? idk you just have to imagine luke is legal to drink lol but i miiiight make a smuttier version of this

word count: 1078

tw(s): talking about alcohol??

inspired by: x


After a long and action-packed tour, Luke, Michael, Calum, and Ashton decided to go out for a few drinks to celebrate another successful journey around the world and a few months to themselves. And after getting absolutely piss drunk, Luke started thinking about you again. He’d always had a crush on you, and no matter how hard he tried, you never escaped his mind. He stood up and told the others he would see them tomorrow before walking from the table.

The boys started yelling at him, telling him to come back, but he left the bar and went back outside. He didn’t have his car, so he called a cab, telling the driver to go to your apartment address. The car stopped after passing many shops and bars, and he stumbled from the car door and walked up a few flights of stairs cautiously, finding your door and slowly banging on it. He stood there for nearly two minutes until it gently opened.

Groggy, slightly fatigued, and standing in sweats, you opened the door, rubbing one of your eyes. “Luke, what the hell are you doing here?”

“Hey, Y/N,” he smiled as he rocked back and forth on his feet.

“Oh, god,” you sighed. You leaned in suddenly, almost close enough to kiss him. You barely had to sniff him to even tell he’d been around alcohol. “You got wasted?”

He started giggling quietly, not even trying to hide his face from you.

“Oh my god,” you laughed with him, “you’re so wasted.”

“I know,” he said, still chuckling, leaning against the door frame. He smiled smugly at you as he placed his hands into his pockets.

“What are you doing here, Hemmings?” You asked sarcastically as you crossed your arms.

Luke shrugged. “I was just getting bored with the boys.”

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