putting problems in bottles

Power Cut II

Originally posted by jimiyoong


Pairing : Yoongi x Reader
Genre : Fluff, slight angst, Hybrid!au
Word count : 2952 

Summary : Yoongi is the cat hybrid you once adopted at an adoption center. You took care of him as best as you could months following his adoption but he still has not erased the distance he voluntarily puts between you.

PART 1 | PART 3 | PART 4 | PART 5


A smile crept up on your chapped lips as you removed your jacket to swiftly put it on the couch, almost throwing it. Warmness eased through your tired limbs at the feeling of finally being back home. It was the weekend. Friday night. The soft scent of your air freshener was a real treat to welcome you whenever you got back from work. It felt like home. Your eyes briefly scanned the quiet living room bathing in the soft city lights. An eerie silence reverberated, the hybrid nowhere to be seen. Still, you tried to voice something as a plea to reassure yourself that everything would be fine.

Eventually.

“Yoongi?”

You knew better the cat used to nap in his room but at 7:26 PM, you knew he should be mostly awake on the couch, lying down and doing nothing productive. With a frown, you threw your handbag on the couch with the bag containing the lamp, still holding the several grocery bags in your other hand. An eerie silence was piercing your entire flat while an apprehensive feeling slid in your gut. Blinking, your heavy eyes roamed around the room as your steps carefully guided you around only to find said hybrid in the kitchen, fidgeting awkwardly with the induction cooktop.

Great. Just great.

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In That Dim Light, A Spark - rowaelin fanfic 1/?

Summary

When Aelin Galathynius is assigned to do extra work with a tutor to make up from her leave of absence in college, she finds herself at odds with what she thought the rest of her life would be like.

AO3Part I, II, III, IV, V : tags - college AU, think HoF, much alcohol imbibing will occur

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Stumbling into people at a party, in the literal sense, was nothing new. Aelin had plenty of experience handling her drink; it was the other guy who had a problem. Her ability to put back a bottle of wine of a six-pack of beer and then walk home - not stumble - was legendary amongst her friends. Unfortunately, the people who ran into her didn’t always see it the same way, but in the end, mumbling, drunken attempts to pick her up were often the result of her encounters at parties like this. She had perfected a withering stare, but it didn’t work on people who were too blasted to tell the difference between their ass and a hole in the wall. In those circumstances, a firm hand was much more likely to get the message across.

Years of kickboxing, dance lessons, and personal tragedy had lent Aelin the perfect mix of agility and scorn, drink in hand, three sheets to the wind, and yet never spilling a drop. The only reason she came to places like this was the free booze. It was so much the better for her if a bunch of privileged frat boys had parents who recharged their credit cards, allowing them to buy kegs in the hopes they would get laid. They’d never lay a hand on her. The fact that few people, if anyone, would recognize her, was only a bonus in coming here.

Aelin’s parents, and their fate, were somewhat famous. Even all these years later, strangers would narrow their eyes at her, trying to place her turquoise eyes and sharp features. That was another occasion where the withering stare came in handy. Usually, they would go scurrying away, muttering something about having been mistaken, and Aelin was glad for it.

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I almost can’t believe it, but I’m actually posting two fics within the space of a few days!! This week has been crazy productive. 

So this fic is not a Christmas fic, but it is kinda Christmas-y, because I wrote this while listening to copious amounts of Christmas music. It has a very different feel from the last fic I posted, but I hope you guys like it~ 

Sterek, ~6k words, rated T

It happens on a Monday. Derek stayed up stupidly late the night before, reading a weird German serial killer novel Erica lent him, and overslept. He’s running late, out of breath and a little sweaty from jogging all the way from the subway, and when he yells, “Hold the elevator!” an arm obligingly snakes out between the doors and he slips inside.

The guy who held the door for him doesn’t even look up. He’s slouching back against the wall, scrolling disinterestedly through his phone, his other hand curled around a bouquet of flowers wrapped in crinkly paper. He’s got messy brown hair and a mole right by his mouth, four more in a cluster along his jaw, and, under the scent of cold air and wet pavement that’s clinging to his jacket, he smells—good. Really good. Warm and a little gingery.

The elevator doors slide shut. Derek’s so focused on trying to look at him without letting the guy know he’s looking that it takes him an embarrassingly long time to realize the guy just said something. To Derek.

Derek blinks. “What?”

The guy smirks. “Running a little low on caffeine? I asked what floor you want.” He nods at the elevator buttons, and Derek flushes. Right.

“Ninth.”

The guy leans forward to press the button, and Derek leans in a little after him, trying to subtly smell him again.

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Yes I like long walks,
walks were I don’t think I just walk and let nature soothe my soul.
I like poetry,
I like words,
I like long deep phrases, phrases that make you rethink your entire existence,
I like art,
I like museums,
I like adventure,
I like taking chances,
I like taking naps on the sofa in the afternoon after a long morning,
I like sleep,
I like orange juice,
I like colorful crew neck sweaters,
I like tube socks,
I like movies,
I like Netflix,
and yes I like chick flicks,
I like vintage tee shirts, with old rock bands and witty sayings,
I like my friends,
I like long meaningful text messages,
I like pizza,
damn I like pizza,
And I like Florida,
I like neck kisses,
I like random kisses on the cheeks just because you love me,
I like holding hands,
I like long mentally stimulating conversations about nothing,
I like witty sexual jokes,
and yes I like sex,
I like fucking,
and I like making love,
I like making out,
I like to cuddle,
I like to stare at strangers in coffee shops, and airports,
I like having conversations with strangers that turn into friendship,
I like book recommendations, I love to read a great book,
I like the beach,
I like to mentally put away all my problems in a bottle and throw them into the ocean,
I like sunrises,
I like sunsets,
I like the stars,
I like the sun,
I like the moon,
And yes I like you.
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Tessa & Scott || Sochi

  • Scott gives Tessa a lift [x]

anonymous asked:

here's a question damn. do you rlly have a coke problem? I can't find my name on that shit anywhere.

hell ya i have a problem w/ coke
they’re putting names on coke bottles asking me to share it with someone. bitch no, if i pay $1.29 for a bottle of coke, i’m gonna drink it all by myself. I don’t care about Jerry. I don’t even know Jerry. Jerry wants a soda? Jerry can buy a damn soda himself. Fuck Jerry.

She Deserves More: A ficlet where Robin talks to Snow about his changing relationship with Regina. Outlaw Queen centered.

“Thank you so much for loaning me these,” Robin said as he dropped off the car seat and a few baby bottles off at the Charming’s loft.

“No problem, we were happy to help,” Snow said, happily taking the items from him. “It’s not like anyone would be prepared for a baby to come that early. Do you have everything you need now?”

“Yeah, Regina found a lot of Henry’s old baby things, and I was able to get the rest quickly. And Regina insisted on going to buy her some clothes, so that’s where they are now.”

Snow nodded.

“Has Zelena cooperated, or is she causing problems?” Snow asked, curiously, putting the spare bottles she had loaned him in the cupboard.

“Well, she’s obviously not thrilled about the arrangement, but she’s not fighting it anymore.”

“Regina mentioned she’d put some kind of spell on the baby or something to make sure Zelena couldn’t take off with her, right?”

“Yes,” Robin started to explain. “She did some kind of spell that binds my daughter to me and her, so if Zelena tries to leave Storybrooke with her, my daughter won’t actually be able to go through any portal, or cross the line. Not unless Regina and I go too.”

“Do you think that will be enough?” Snow asked, as Neal began to fuss in his crib. She walked over to pick her own baby up and bounced him for a moment before turning to hear Robin’s answer.

“I don’t know. That’s why we all signed a contract with squid ink to agree to an arrangement. She can see our daughter with supervision from either myself or Regina, at her home.”

“David said he fitted her with an ankle monitor and that Regina put the cuff back on her,” Snow said, moving to the microwave to heat up Neal’s bottle.

“Yeah, that was part of the agreement. We signed it too though, so Zelena knows we can’t back out of it even if we want to.”

“And if she tries anything?” Snow asked.

“That’s in there. She’ll lose visitation for two weeks after the first offense. After that it gets longer every time.”

“Well, you’ve done all you can,” Snow said.

“Yeah, but according to Archie, there’s something else I should consider, but I don’t know about it,” he said, looking stressed and tired.

“What is it?” Snow asked, always curious.

“Well, in case something happens to me, Archie recommended appointing someone her guardian, and while I think Regina’s willing…”

“Of course she is,” Snow insists. “She loves you. And I know in spite of everything she loves your daughter.”

“Oh I know,” Robin said. “It’s more than I ever could have hoped or asked for, her understanding. And her love for all of us.”

“So what’s the problem?”

“Well, Archie mentioned it would be more binding if Regina were my wife,” Robin said hesitantly.

Snow started smiling wider, although she looked confused. She shifted Neal to her hip.

“Well, is that a bad thing?” she asked, clearly surprised by his demeanor on the issue.

“No, no, of course not. Honestly, I do want to marry her. I don’t think there’s anything I want more right now.”

“Then what’s the problem?” Snow asks. “She loves you, she loves you children, it’s simple.”

“It’s not,” Robin said. “I mean, without this situation, sure, it might have been but…”

“You mean the baby?” Snow said. “But you said…”
“No, not my daughter herself,” Robin said. “It’s that…” he paused, and stared at Snow for a minute.

“What?” Snow asked, confused.

“Never mind, it’s nothing for you to worry about,” Robin said as he realized who he was talking about this with.

“Robin, I think if you asked Regina to marry you, she’d be overjoyed,” Snow said. “Why do you think she’d say no?”

Robin sighed, knowing she wouldn’t understand unless it spelled.

“Because if I propose to her after all this, it could seem like the only reason I want to marry her is so she can be a mother to my daughter.”

Snow’s face slowly turned from a confused look to an understanding one as what Robin was saying dawned on her.

“I mean, she’s already been in that situation,” Robin said, softly.

“You’re right,” Snow replied, somewhat subdued. “She has already been there.”

“Look, I don’t mean any disrespect to you father,” Robin started, not wanting to insult his friend.

“I know,” she responded. “But you’re right. That is why my father wanted to marry her.”

“I just…I don’t want her to ever feel that she’s in that situation again. She deserves so much better.”

“Yes,” Snow said with conviction. “She does.”

“If I ask her to marry me, I want her to know beyond a shadow of any doubt she could have, that it’s because I’m in love with her and I want to spend the rest of my life with her. Not because I want her to be my daughter’s mother. And it’s hard to do that if she’s taking on that role at the same time.”

“I understand,” Snow said. “But I don’t know that she’d necessarily take it that way if it was coming from you. My father had barely laid eyes on her before he proposed. You two already have a relationship.”

“I know,” Robin said. “But after everything that’s happened, I don’t want to chance it. I never want her to feel like she’s obligated to me. So, I’m not going to ask her right now. Not just to coincide with spells and forms. She deserves more.”

Snow nodded in understanding.

“And she’ll have more with you, that I don’t doubt,” she said. “But Robin?”

“Yes?”

“You both deserve the chance at a happy life together. Don’t let this taint it.”

“That’s what I’m trying not to do,” Robin admitted. He felt a vibration in his pocket. He took it out and saw that Regina had texted him. “They just got home from the store. I should get back. Thank you, again, for letting me borrow supplies.”

“Not a problem. Just talk to Regina about it. Tell her what Archie said, and ask her how she feels about it. Don’t keep her in the dark and torture yourself,” she advised.

“I won’t,” he said, taking a deep breath as he turned to walk out of the loft. As he walked, he tried to imagine how to start the conversation.

‘Just tell her you love her, and work from there,’ he told himself as he walked down the road towards Mifflin street, where his family was waiting.