Energy Drinks (QuicksilverxReader) One-ShotEnergy Drinks (QuicksilverxReader) One-Shot 1 year ago in Humor
“Pietro!” his mother called from upstairs. “(Name) is here!”
Pietro, who had been downstairs in the basement playing his arcade game, glanced up and then within a blink of an eye, he was at the front door of the house.
“Jesus…” his mother muttered, blinking rapidly so that her vision could readjust.
She was sometimes left dazed whenever Pietro zoomed past her at supersonic speed. She left him to open the door, his little sister watching TV and eating a sandwich he had made for her about fifteen seconds ago. He opened the door and there you were standing, casual smile on your lips. He leaned against the door, stopping you from entering, when he saw that you had a black plastic bag in your hands.
“What’s in the bag?” he asked curiously.
“Oh nothing~” you smiled sweetly.
“I don’t think it’s nothing.” He leaned forward to try and peer into the bag but you wouldn’t allow him. “It
DrinksIn this empty dirty barDrinks5 months ago in Free Verse
In a town like any other
All alone in a dark corner
I stare at my drink
It has a dull brown color
I don't even know what it is
The previous one was light green
The one before was yellowish
I can't remember the ones before that
I can only stare at the empty glasses
And I don't care at all
They all serve their purpose
Of making me numb
Numb to the pain
Numb to the problems
At least for now
In this nostalgic rainy night
That has so much in common with me
Scotland x Reader - After Hours DrinksYou, Antonio, Gilbert, and Francis stumbled down your street, singing loudly and ignoring the shouts to shut up. You three had just finished with work, then happy hour, and the Bad Touch Trio were kind enough to walk you home.Scotland x Reader - After Hours Drinks4 years ago in Short Stories
"WE ARE THE CHAMPIONS, MY FRIENDS AND WE'LL KEEP ON FIGHTING TILL THE END!" You three sang or screamed. Then you turned and pointed at Gilbert and he air guitared the rest. Antonio and Francis suddenly got a devilish look when you reached your front yard. They stood on either side of you and kissed your cheek, dangerously close to your mouth. You were much to soused to notice, but some one did.
"YOU BE GETTIN OF ME LAWN AN ME GIRL!" came a loud Scottish shout. Allitster marched down the lawn and scooped you up, carrying you back to the house. The trio of course followed in the house, as Allister was to busy with you to stop them. He set you on the couch then turned to the grinning trio.
"You know, there are three of us, one of you and one of her," he s
Accepting a drinkDoes this cloud-maned beauty seeAccepting a drink8 years ago in Free Verse
how I ironed this shirt, pressing mercilessly
until the ionised water evaporated? Does he
understand how long it took to shape
my hair this way? To cover the gape
where my once-full coiff's now planning its escape?
Did he notice my choice of a twenty?
I had tens in my wallet. The drink cost two-fifty
but it looks like purples are all I carry
this way. Does this Pan, who probably fucks
his choice of uni intake bucks
see my killer-sweat? The flux
his lick of the lips casts? Of course
he does, but it works. No laws
against flirting, grandpa. Can't force
him to stop. He thanks me
for the double and coke, waits the customary
five minutes in my company,
then mumbles something about a song
he wants to dance to, and is gone,
having left me a number a digit too long.
The MLP Drinking GameTAKE A SHOT:The MLP Drinking Game5 years ago in Reviews & Guides
Whenever anypony's hairdo is ruined.
Whenever anypony makes a pony-related pun (FILLY-delphia, NEIGH-sayers).
Whenever anypony refers to "friendship".
Additionally, you must say "Friendship is Magic!" or finish your drink.
Whenever anypony refers to PRINCESS CELESTIA, take a shot in her honor.
Additionally, you must say "Another thousand years!" or finish your drink.
Whenever anypony drinks something, you must also take a drink.
Additionally, you must say "Confound these ponies! They drive me to drink." or finish your drink.
Whenever a unicorn outside the named cast appears on screen.
Additionally, you must say "Unicorn Power!" or finish your drink.
Whenever DERPY appears on screen.
Whenever anypony claps (clops?) their hooves or brohoofs another pony
Whenever APPLEJACK or RAINBOW DASH are forced to wear girlie clothes.
Whenever anypony grabs another's tail.
Whenever FLUTTERSHY says UM.
Whenever FLUTTERSHY squeaks.
Whenever FLUTTERSHY is abused by Angel in some way.
Hetalia Drinking Game: AlliesAmerica Drinking GameHetalia Drinking Game: Allies3 years ago in Humor
Take a drink every time:
1. Use of "I'M THE HERO!"
2. A hamburger is mentioned/he is eating one
3. Florida is mentioned
4. He is paired with England (bonus if there's FrUk fans bitching in the comments)
5. He is paired with Japan
6. He is paired with Belarus
7. He is paired with Russia
8. Texas/Nantucket are mentioned
9. Someone gives him hell about the Revolutionary War
10. McDonald's is mentioned (Bonus points if it's fanart including Ronald McDonald)
11. Wild West America is depicted as younger than Revolutionary War America
12. Any of his character songs are mentioned
13. Someone calls him fat
14. Someone calls him stupid (Bonus points if it's England screaming "BAKA!")
15. He forgets Canada (wait, who?)
16. Fanart shows him with an eagle
17. His famous laugh is mentioned
18. An America AMV has a country song (bonus points if it's by Carrie Underwood)
19. An America AMV uses American Idiot (Green Day)
20. An America AMV uses Hero (Skillet)
21. An Americ
daddy drinksmy daddy drinks becausedaddy drinks2 months ago in Free Verse
drowning his sorrows
is better than
drowning in them
my daddy drinks because
the drunken static
makes it easy
to be a family man
my daddy drinks because
his uncontrollable anger
is replaced with
an uncontrollable mirth
my daddy drinks because
nothing can match
the warmth of
a blackout's embrace
my daddy drinks because
he has a problem
is an excuse
100 AkuRoku Drabble ::Drink::100 AkuRoku Drabble ::Drink::9 years ago in Fan Fiction
Roxas coughed, his eyes watering as his chest heaved in and out with the force. He was forced to sit up in the bed to get air into his lungs. Axel suddenly appeared in the room, his face a study in concern as he crossed to where Roxas was hacking, bending down to look at him carefully. "Hey, now, you okay?"
Roxas glared up at him, his coughing fit subsided. "I blame you."
Axel gave him a sheepish grin, rubbing at the back of his head awkwardly. "I don't know that I'd say that..."
The glare intensified. "You locked me out of the castle. In the rain. For three hours." He held the gaze for a couple moments, then fell back onto the pillows with a heavy sigh. His hands wrapped around the blankets, pulling them up to his chin, his lower lip sticking out in an exaggerated pout. "I hate being sick."
His eyes slid closed and he began to fall asleep. Axel smiled down on him, the expression on his face oddly tender. His fingers curled and uncurled tentatively, then gently reached out and brushed
Reader x supernatural Chapter 4- Drinks on Me“Alright,” you huffed, smiling as you moved to rinse your hands at the sink, “Lets get better acquainted. Shirt off, please.”Reader x supernatural Chapter 4- Drinks on Me2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters
“You could at least buy me a drink first,” Dean retorted sarcastically. Your back was to him so he couldn’t see your smile widen. You were beginning to like these two brothers- Dean was gruff and flirtatious but also comical and Sam was pensive and intelligent- an observer much like yourself. You opened a cabinet to grab something and Dean took the moment to look you over properly.
Your hair was the same color as Bobby’s except curly and its length was not easy to discern since it was bunched up on the back of your head save for a few short locks escaping around your face. Your clothes were loose around your slender form, as you liked them, but he could still tell you had curves under there somewhere. 'Nice ass,' he noted to himself for a third time. All in all, he concluded that you must look like your mom since y
a poem about hipsters drinking teago where your humansong is a contagion of conversation that flutters in through irona poem about hipsters drinking tea4 years ago in Free Verse
windows and snatches the dusty, defenestrated voices
go where unmuttered comments unstuttered stitch together dresses scratch together
stolen pens and coffee grounds are sleeping quickly
go to perpetuate your stereotypes all in one nightstudy and get stoned and eat three
bowls of Easy Mac I haven't named my bowl yet, it's three a.m. on the quad and the
swing is creaking
go where the Iliad bestows kisses on Libra who once copied great novels verbatim onto
seminar tables and made chai for me last Wednesday evening
go and decorate Blithewood with saxophone song and end each sentence with another form
drinking the sky.she wants to be loved by someone beautiful.drinking the sky.6 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives
she has dreamt up names and a face; a smile and laughter and sparkling green eyes. she has watched, through a haze of fairy dust, mornings at coffee bean together, sitting opposite him cupping mugs in their hands and not saying anything
because in the mornings at seven, lost in each others company with the synchrony of their movements playing a harmony and the drone of grey-suited office workers as a background accompaniment, what would you like are the only words they need to share.
because when he loves her that much, the fragile things that her English teacher calls language dont need to break and s h a t t e r on the floor or on his back when he leaves in the morning without saying goodbye. because words, she thinks, are unnecessary; when they are in love it will be replaced by touches, and smiles, and brief caresses, and perfection.
one day, she thinks as she sits by the lake
Drinking Game"Peter Piper pp p p…ah frag it!"Drinking Game10 years ago in Fan Fiction
Prowl entered the common room just in time to see Ratchet knock back a shot of energon and gesture to Wheeljack with a gruff "Your turn."
Curious, the tactician walked over to where the two were sitting in a small circle that included Jazz, Bluestreak and the twins. "Excuse me, but what is going on here?" The black and white asked curiously.
"Drinkin' game." Sideswipe answered brightly.
"It's a good 'un too." Jazz added. "Gotta say a tongue twister. Y' mess it up and y' gotta take a drink. Last mech standin' wins, literally."
"Why?" Prowl queried, head tilted slightly to one side.
"We fragged the 'cons this afternoon, we're all off duty and nobody's in Repair." Ratchet said. "Now, you gonna join in or let us get back to our game?" When Prowl moved to turn away, the medic added a sly "Or are you worried we'll beat you?"
If there was one thing that Prowl could not resist, it was a challenge. He nodded and took a chair from one of the other tables and join
A Special DrinkA Special Drink7 years ago in Erotic
A Special Drink
Jack was a typical teenaged kid. He liked to hang out with his friends, play some videogames and refused to do his homework. Jack had blonde hair and green eyes. His smile melted the hearts of all the girls in his grade and he was just going into his sophomore year.
Recently, there had been a strange case that had happened at his school. There was a kid named Wide Will (or at least thats what nickname they gave him) who had inexplicably gained hundreds of pounds all within a matter of hours. He had graduated last year at 872 pounds.
There were pictures of his fat face posted all throughout the school. Jack tended to ignore them. What was so great about some dumb fat kid anyway? And it was probably all rumors. No one could gain hundreds of pounds in a DAY.
He closed his locker a little harder than necessary in frustration with the fat boy posted everywhere. He jumped a bit when he saw that a girl had been standing behind his locker door. She was smiling at
The MLP:FiM Drinking Game ver. 2.0from the quill of Butterscotch SundaeThe MLP:FiM Drinking Game ver. 2.03 years ago in Reviews & Guides
Warning: Always drink in moderation, unless you too want to turn into a middle-aged writer of MLP fanfiction! I suggest medium strength beer for the rules as they stand, although hardcore drinkers may opt for shots.
Drink = a sip, while Finish your drink means what it says!
Take a drink whenever:
- the opening or closing sequence plays
If you choose to skip either, you must finish your drink. Shame on you!
- somepony refers to 'friendship'
Additionally, you must say "Friendship is Magic!" or finish your drink
- anypony drinks something, even if it's just hotsauce
Additionally, you must say "Confound these ponies! They drive me to drink" or finish your drink
- anypony refers to Princess Celestia
Additionally, you must say "Another thousand years!" or finish your drink
Supporters of the New Lunar Republic may choose to say "Down with the Tyrant!" instead
- Derpy Hooves appears on screen
Why Poets DrinkChrist,Why Poets Drink3 years ago in Free Verse
there is a reason poets drink.
Abstention feels bad -
infertile and stuffed, swollen.
It does not sell books
or win those brass
angels on ribbons.
Tonight my lover is bourbon,
distilled in some soul
south of Carolina.
It plays tricks with colors
and the sounds on my tongue.
It grows words where
none have loitered for weeks
and handfasts me to
the rest of the world.
It is ransom -
a jest of seasons
and my bone idle brain
eat me, drink mewell tell me, love-eat me, drink me6 years ago in Free Verse
am i breathing now?
hard enough to shake
windowpanes and turn
moths' whispers into screams.
i think i'm breathing, love,
i think i'm gasping for blue air
and drinking on an empty stomach.
i think my bones can't stop shrinking
and my walk is more of a stagger.
i think i'm breathing, love-
so hard i've become vapor
and the most i can pretend to be
is a stranger on the sidewalk.
America x Reader - Drinks, Kisses, and MustachesArthur looked back at you, "I still don't see how your water heater could of exploded. Isn't that impossible?"America x Reader - Drinks, Kisses, and Mustaches4 years ago in Humor
"Dude! I don't understand how you don't understand! Haven't you ever seen Myth Busters?!" Alfred exclaimed next to you, "It's not impossible-"
"Just not likely," you finished him.
Well surprise, surprise, can't you have a normal day? You know what, I'll go ahead and answer that for you; no you can't. The water heater in your house exploded, leaving a gaping hole in your floor and ceiling. Luckily, though, Alfred and Arthur were letting you stay with them, and were driving you to their house now.
"We're here!" yelled Alfred and jumped out of the car.
"Sorry that it's not much, but it's home," Arthur said.
"No seriously, it's fine. It's really nice of you guys to let me stay with you though."
" Oh _______ just wait until you see the huge TV in the living room! And there's a pool! We can go swimming in it sometime if you want," Alfred said trying to hold in his excitement that yo
[Drinking Games] (Avengers (+Bucky, Sam) x Reader)(A/N: Alcohol in story, drunks as well. Implied!Bucky x Reader)[Drinking Games] (Avengers (+Bucky, Sam) x Reader)2 years ago in Short Stories
We're playing a drinking game." Tony says smiling, entering the lounge of the Avengers Tower. Natasha was curled up with you in a corner, conversing about weapons and Tasha's latest mission. Clint was talking to Sam about some kind of bird thing Tony really didn't want to know about, Bruce quietly reading, Cap and Bucky reminiscing their WW2 days and Thor nonchalantly finishing his fifth box of poptarts.
You and Bucky had kind of been fugitives. You being a kidnapped S.H.I.E.L.D agent brainwashed to do HYDRA's bidding, and Bucky, being a out-of-his-time-man brought back to life and brainwashed to kill his best friend, you two had been partners in crime when still in HYDRA's command. Now saved and adjusting to life, both you and Bucky liked it better.
Bruce looks up from his book. "That's not the best idea." Tony seemed to be taking Pepper not being here for a week to his full advantage.
"Relaaax, buddy. We're gonna play Dr
To See You AgainI’d swallow bleach just to see you again.To See You Again2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
I’d drown in blood and choke on death,
I’d release my dying breath
All to see you again.
I’d swing from a rope to see you again.
I’d let go and join the black sky,
I’d scream, scream until I die
All to see you again.
I’d down a storm of pills to see you again.
I’d rewire my veins and run lights,
I’d pick unwinnable fights
All to see you again.
I’d embrace red flames to see you again.
I’d play in roads and with knives too,
I’d kiss guns like I kissed you;
I’d have to,
To see you again.
Drink DeepWe are not yetDrink Deep3 years ago in Free Verse
dead, but the
have you believe
that we are dying.
We have rehearsed
the methods of our
We make muses
from nature and
from each other.
We assume, like the
canyon's high-water mark,
that the floods
will not come.
Who am I
to say that
this is false,
that we have
that hold us apart-
(we are ever so slightly
levitating off the ground
and from each other.)
And the streets protest
by rehearsing the methods
of our end.
When our blood
turns to alcohol
and the first thing
they see of us
is the white
of our bones.
If you drink enough vodka it tastes like loveHe’d whisper sweet nothings to treesIf you drink enough vodka it tastes like love3 years ago in Free Verse
Hoping the roots would remember his name
I watched him drop pieces of himself like bread crumbs
His lantern limbs quivering
I don’t think he ever really knew how lovely he was
And on a sunny day when the pavement was sweating
Out onto the roadside
Everyone else found out too
I don’t think I’ll ever forget him because he was like a dream catcher
So quiet and magical in the way his eyes turned green in the dark
And blue in the winter
Like he stored the world’s secrets behind his cuckoo spit heart
suicide can come in bottles.dad was an alcoholicsuicide can come in bottles.2 years ago in Free Verse
by the time he was twenty-two.
he was thirty-three
when i was born.
i am eight years old.
dad is drunk on the couch.
he wakes up and tells me to buy him food
and i tell him i’m his daughter.
he gets up to yell at me
then, as if realizing, starts laughing.
i am scared.
i am nine years old.
there’s a picture i don’t understand
printed out on the table.
i look at the web address and type it in
and there’s a site full of them.
the men look like they’re hurting the women.
they call them mean names
and tie them up.
in the one my dad printed
there are no faces. just genitals
and i am nine
and i understand.
i don’t tell my mother.
i am nine years old.
every night i get up when dad leaves
to close the browsers open on his computer.
there are seventeen open
and i close them
one at a time.
some of the pictures are scary.
one woman is screaming.
another is one who looks young,
like a high school girl.
feverThis lovefever11 months ago in Free Verse
fingers into flesh
so that -
even in stillness
we eat, we dance, we drink.i was born inwe eat, we dance, we drink.6 years ago in Free Verse
of oranges that didn't
love and didn't hate, they
made war but never
fought; this is the
life i was born to be
i'm a method actor
now and i'm frightened of
tomorrow but it'll all be
ok; and i swear tomorrow
we'll find the road to
joy and we won't be sad.
i lived on
strings and tightropes that
judged me as i fell,
but i'll swing and swing and
swing and float away with
my bones are paper thin
and my eyes are made of glass;
but i'm up on this stage still
waiting for all
the pity and money that
comes with having no talent
i'm misplaced, under a rock, under
water, under this black sun;
it's getting colder and colder
and we're melting but we
don't have to be
in love, we just
have to fake it.