So last night was a mess, I danced and sang in front of the camera until I puked but otherwise it was fine and dandy and fun, so thank you my friends for hanging out with me while i was drinking alone! <3
Summary: In a world where everyone has a device on their wrist that tells them the exact moment they meet their soulmate, Emma Swan is faced with the rare circumstance of having a blank timer. Things get even more complicated when she starts falling for Killian Jones, who, according to his timer, will meet his soulmate in six months. Captain Swan AU.
Rating: T for now, possibly M for future chapters
Author’s note: So I got this idea from the movie Timer. It’s a super cute movie and I highly recommend watching it! But you don’t need to watch the movie to understand the fic. This fic is for @stunningswan as a VERY belated CS Secret Santa gift! Sorry for the delay, Savannah! I was struggling with whether this should be a one-shot or a multi-chapter fic, and I decided to go for multi-chapter! I hope you enjoy!
A double shot of rum is placed in front of Emma Swan and she spends no time in grabbing it and throwing it back. When she pulls the empty glass away from her lips, the timer on her wrist catches her eye, the blinking dashes where the numbers should be taunting her.
From the moment she got her timer inserted when she 14, that’s how it had been. “Don’t worry,” the time agency employee had said. “It doesn’t mean that you don’t have a soulmate. It just means that, wherever they are, they don’t have a timer yet.”
That’s what they told her. Twenty fucking years ago. And nothing has changed.
In the time since then, she’s watched everyone around her - friends, co-workers, complete strangers - find their soulmates. Or at the very least, they know when they’re going to meet them. Meanwhile, Emma has been stuck in a cycle of dating that always ended the same way.
In a small bowl, beat together ½ cup of butter (softened) with ½ cup of brown sugar, ¼ cup of powered sugar, ½ tsp of nutmeg, and ½ tsp of cinnamon. Beat in 1 cup of vanilla ice cream (softened). When ready to serves, scoop the ice cream mixture into mugs. Add 1 shot of rum and ½ cup of warm water to each mug. Stir well and serve warm. Maybe add some whipped cream?
apologies. This is Killian. Killian Jones. David’s friend? We met at Robin and
Regina’s Halloween party a couple of months ago?”
could’ve stopped him after his name. Honestly she could’ve stopped him after
the ‘apologies’. She doesn’t know that many people who talk like that. Meaning
she knows one. David’s friend. David’s very attractive, very suave, very
good-looking-in-leather-pants, friend. Killian. Killian Jones.
lets him ramble on for two reasons.
what she gathered at said Halloween party, Killian Jones’s ego could benefit
from thinking there existed a woman who crossed his path, shook hands with him,
did rum shots with him and was not, for weeks after, plagued by his stupid blue
eyes and his even stupider smirk and the ghost of his warm hand at the small of
her back and his hot whisper in her ear, running a hilarious commentary with
the true (or so he said) facts of the stories David was telling about his year
Emma is not that woman. But he doesn’t need to know that.
Killian,” she says finally and tries not to let her grin at his sigh of relief
slip into her voice. “Hey. Don’t remember giving you my number.”
be because you didn’t. I swiped it from David’s phone,” he says with very
little guilt in his tone.
And why did you go to all that trouble?”
need you to help me save Christmas.”
laughs. And then laughs some more. And then snorts and wipes at the moisture in
her eyes. And then she plops down on the couch with another little laugh for
I thought you said you need help saving Christmas.”
sound annoyed with her per say but he sure sounds impatient and ready to get
down to business. The Christmas saving business. The business Emma is sorely
I don’t know what you’re talking about but you’ve definitely come to the wrong
Synopsis: Drunken memories and intoxicated recognition; a man walks up to you in the midst of this lonesome night and he seems all too familiar, yet all too different.
Pairing: Namjoon x Reader ;)
Word count: 1630
Warnings: i mean, alcohol mentions
A/N: break from the finals study grind, someone save me from ap gov; is this even a drabble tbh
Anything and everything, he gave it to you all but it’s quite hard to recall every tender moment spent with Namjoon, your first love. Perhaps it’s how long ago he left you- seven months to be exact- or it could be the burning alcohol causing your mind to be a haze, blurring the twisting trail of your reminiscence.
Every conversation around you appears to be slurred with one another as you down another shot of rum, knowing you’re already past your limit. Propping your chin on your hand, you sigh and outline the rim of one of your many shot glasses. As much as you try to focus, your head just keeps on spinning as the bittersweet ache in your chest grows. Maybe drowning your problems with a swish of potent grog on your tongue isn’t the best way to relieve emotional pain.
Your senses are starting to give out; in fact, you didn’t notice the man who walked to your side and grabbed the bar stool next to you. That was until he tapped your shoulder and smiled widely at you. He appears too bright to be at a club with flashing lights and people drunkenly dry-humping each other on the dance floor. This club is practically a haven for battered emotions and desperate hearts, what is he doing here? Not a single person in this very building is sober aside from the workers, and he just adds onto the list.
“Hello there,” he beams, revealing his dimples that make your heart swoon.
Namjoon had dimples like those, and you always had a habit of poking them- but then it hits you, “Namjoon?” You ask, squinting to focus your vision on him.
Stiles and Derek getting drunk and making youtube videos while they drink in the style of Practical Folks. They’re actually pretty popular, they did every Harry Potter movie, a bunch of the classic Scooby Doo TV episodes, and Star Wars.
Stiles gets more and more angry while they watch Star Trek Into Darkness because “IT’S BULLSHIT DEREK! Why did they have to get Benedict Cumberbitch. This movie is bullshit.”
And Derek get’s giggly the more he drinks. And he get’s cuddly, which Stiles knows, he’s know that since high school, so they cuddle and talk shit about the movie and take shots of rum.
Derek laughs while Kirk and Spock have their intense moment after Kirk almost dies and Stiles insists they reenact the scene.
Which results in them making out for a solid twenty minutes. They don’t stop until the credits are over and the title menu has come back onto the screen.
They also edit the video while they’re still drinking and some of the making out makes it into the video they post. It’s their most popular video yet.