#CW: Alcohol mention

[swordswoman97]

After the Halloween event and a bit more thinking I did some slight tweaking to my pirates mental stability tier list

Bit of explanation below the cut

CPK and Kuervo moved up, Kuervo just because after thinking about it more he really doesn't show any signs of actual issues and with CPK all the whispers could come up with to mess with him was "muahaha you're gonna die" and "peek a boo im gonna find you." Like, even Jojo (who handled the messages so well like wow) had stuff more specific than that. Dude just has no trauma. Only reason he's in the "minus one or two things" category is the whole "no face" thing.

Water moved up cause thinking about it more, her issues aren't actually that serious. Meanwhile El moved down cause the Halloween event proved she does have some issues, including some very weird ones. Cleo also moved down to that tier due to her past and the whole alcoholic thing.

Also while he did not move, Scott's in the second to last tier rather than the bottom tier because while he has a lot of issues, he's (for now) holding it together very well. We'll see how long that lasts.

The four in the bottom tier really aren't holding it together well, Acho immediately bought the whispers telling him his brother doesn't love him and is also an alcoholic, Owen has so many issues it's not even funny and quite frankly seems approximately one big push away from a full break down, we all saw the cow lore with Apo, And Will again, so many issues it's not even funny.

#pirates smp #scurvyblr #cw: alcohol mention

[glassbxttless]

Anything with Maurizio

Her Love is my Religion

Maurizio Gucci x f!Reader

summary: Even after four years of marriage, Maurizio still loves you like it’s Day One.

word count: 1.0k+

warnings: 18+ (no sexual themes, but i DO NOT want minors interacting with my content in any capacity), this is a short one! just fluff, alcohol mention

He can see you from across the room, that dress that dips so low— shows just the perfect amount of skin. Your hair is perfectly in place, a wine glass in your hand. You’ve got the prettiest smile on your face, legs crossed at the ankle. You’re speaking to his mother. He orders himself another drink, eyes drifting from the woman he loves to the hoard of men— including his father— sitting at a table a few paces to the left. One day he’ll be at that table, discussing the future of Gucci. But for now, he stands at the bar. He admires his wife from afar. Thinks he couldn’t possibly have gotten this lucky. Like all of the stars aligned just for him.

He thanks the bartender, pushing himself off of the counter. He smoothed his jacket just a bit, hand curled around his glass as he walked over to where you stand. His free arm curls around your waist, head dipping down to press a kiss against your temple. His mother smiles warmly, hand pressed against her chest. “Mio figlio.” She sighs happily, her heart bursting. She’s so proud of where Maurizio is in his life. Of how happy he is with you on his arm. She takes a moment to admire the protective hold he has on you, before she’s looking over for her own husband— excusing herself quietly.

Maurizio smiles, giving your hip a squeeze. “Let’s head out, mia piccola colomba.” He’s tipping your chin up, making you look him in the eye before he’s kissing you. He’s not got a care in the world as he does. Doesn’t pay any mind that there are people around or the fact that you’re at an event. The way your dress hugs your body in all of his favorite places reminds him of your wedding. It reminds him of your bodies pressed close, his hands on your hips and your head on his chest as you swayed to the live music his mother insisted on for your reception. The gleam of your ring under the flashing light reminds him of that night— laying you down in the bed you’ve shared for four years now, how the lamp shone directly onto the gold, letting him know you were officially a Gucci. His wife.

You pull away from his kiss, pressing a hand against his chest with a smile. “lead the way.” you tell him, eager to slip away from the conversations you’ve had to be keeping up on. His hand, large and heavy, wraps around yours. He can feel your fingers twist and tangle into his, something you’ve always done. Ever since that fateful meeting. You’d hold his hand so tightly, let him know you weren’t going anywhere. He brings your hand to his lips as he places both his glass and yours down on an empty tray. He kisses your skin gently, using his free hand to push the door open. His mother and father spot your departure and he just gives them a subtle wave. He’s getting the night with his wife whether anyone likes it or not.

It’s not a long walk, back to your apartment. But Maurizio slips his jacket off and wraps it around your shoulders just as he had so many times before. Your heels are the next thing to leave and he reaches for them, holding them in the opposite hand he’s holding yours in. “Have fun tonight?” he asks softly.

And the truth was, yes. You did have a nice time, believe it or not. You watched Maurizio mingle with those he hasn’t seen in years. Watched him light up because of jokes, smile at ideas he hadn’t thought of, and get praised by others. You watched deep blushes set in on his cheeks at times, you saw him even hug his father. “Yeah, I had a nice time.” You admit, savoring the details for yourself. He doesn’t need to know just how closely you have been watching him tonight, he might as well have an idea already with how closely he was watching you. “We should do it again sometime.” That causes a laugh to rumble out of Maurizio’s chest. “Oh, come on Mau. It wasn’t that bad!” You laugh at yourself. Maurizio had never enjoyed these kinds of things.

Maurizio makes quick work of letting you into your home, flipping the first light switch by the door. “Let’s take a bath?” He suggests. You watch as he disappears into the bedroom off the hall, untying his tie. The ruffling of clothes followed by the sound of the tub in the master bathroom filling up. There’s a large garden tub in there, fortunately big enough for you and Maurizio. And maybe that’s exactly how Mau loves to unwind after these kinds of things. Loves soaking in the hot water, relieving all the tension in his sore muscles— as he holds you close and thanks the moon for bringing you to him.

You’re quick to discard the jacket from your shoulders, leaving it in a messy pile of fabric at the end of your sofa. When you enter your bedroom, the master bathroom door is open wide and you can see Maurizio bent over the side of the tub to adjust the temperature of the water. You let your dress fall from your body. It again, forms a small pile at the end of your bed, just as the jacket had. You smile lovingly, Maurizio has a heart of gold. Just for you. Your underwear forms another small pile at the entrance of the bathroom, your arms wrapping around his waist from behind. His hand covers where yours are locked in place and he smiles, letting you lean against his back. He loves these moments with you more than anything, the ones he can just relax into and not have to worry about the world around you. He stands up straight once the bath has settled in fully, bubbles climbing up the sides of the tub. He’s turning, pulling you into his arms. He smiles down at you, glasses still perched high on your nose. “Four years of loving you and my feelings have never changed.”

You can feel yourself growing hot, unsure if it’s from Maurizio sharing his sentiments or just how exposed you are in front of him while he’s standing in his boxers and t-shirt. His arms tighten his grip around your waist and you sigh lovingly, leaning into his chest. “Mine have never changed either, amore.”

tags ;; @peachyproserpina @eeopxlt

#maurizio gucci #maurizio gucci x reader #maurizio gucci x f!reader #fluff #adam driver character #adam driver fanfic #adam driver fandom #adam driver characters #adam driver #cw: alcohol mention

[incorrectbatfam]

Things baby Richard do that almost give Bruce a heart attack

Bought a Theremin and played horror movie music when the house was dark and quiet

One time he was watching a Disney movie and switched it to an R-rated slasher when Bruce walked into the room

Stared at Bruce while he was asleep

Pretended to be lost in Crime Alley

Pretended to download a virus onto the Batcomputer

Pretended to drink a whole bottle of champagne

Pretended to give Bruce's credit card number to a con-man

Pretended to cry and refused to tell Bruce what was wrong

Pretended to die

Put fake worms in a pineapple

Asked Bruce if he could invite some classmates over and literally brought the Worst Kids Ever™

Threw Bruce a one-kid surprise party for Father's Day

#ask #anonymous #dick grayson #nightwing #robin #bruce wayne #batman #batfam #batfamily #batbros #batboys #batkids #batsiblings #batman family #dc comics #headcanon #cw: death mention #cw: alcohol mention #cw: food mention #cw: bugs

[betty-bourgeoisie]

Alfred: It's a good thing I don't like alcohol

Ludwig: Why's that?

Alfred: I have zero self-control. The only thing keeping me from going on weekly benders is that my most authentic self is incredibly boring

#hws america #hws germany #aph america #aph germany #gerame #Hetalia #he doesn't like alcohol because of the temperance movement #cw: alcohol mention

[zuuz-dot-chr-exe]

Log date: 18 Xl 24

Isabela: ¡Oye Hermanita! Can I have some of that water?

Luisa: That's not water.

Isabela: Tequila, huh? I like your stuff-

Luisa: It's vinegar.

Isabela: ¿Que?

Luisa: It's vinegar!

Isabela: Oh- Can I still have some?

#Encanto #Luisa Madrigal #Isabela Madrigal #encanto luisa #encanto isabela #incorrect quotes #incorrect encanto quotes #cw: alcohol mention #🧠.txt

[that-ineffable-devil]

I...need some input, guys (gn). Some outside perspective.

My mother's husband is in liver failure. Like "added to the transplant list as an emergency" failure. Considering his track record, I don't know how he's making it on the list, but regardless there are rising medical bills.

Now for some VERY simplified backstory:

The Husband: my mother married this man after I was a full grown adult with a kid of my own and I've spent very little time with him. What time I HAVE spent with him has alternated between genial/amusing to "I blocked his prejudiced ass so he'd leave me alone." I haven't spoken to him in over 5 years and generally can't stand him. But I don't want him to die.

The Mother: I only spent the first 7 or 8 years of my life with my mother, and most of those memories are repressed under a thick haze of trauma. We're talking "even the memories I do have aren't in any chronological order and I can't remember how old I was when they happened" kind of repression. My most vivid memories of my mother that don't include physical trauma are when she'd call me (when I was a kid) in the middle of the night, drunk, to either apologize/explain that she wasn't that bad of a mom or yell at me for being spoiled and abandoning her. She claims not to remember these events.

We've tried a few times in my adult life to reconnect, but it always goes sour quite quickly. When I came out to her as trans, she immediately rejected the idea and started sending me "transition regret" videos from YouTube and calling my grandmother to yell at her for supporting me.

I told her off and she stopped that. Ever since, she's pretended like nothing happened and started sending me funny videos as if to bridge the gap she created decades ago, while I've been pushing further away because, at this point, I don't want her in my life at all. I don't want to put in the effort when I know I'll only end up hurt in the end.

But then her husband got sick. And just like when I was a little kid, I feel obligated to be there for her. To hold her hand and support her because, I guess, I don't hate her. I don't like her. I don't even know if I really love her. But I don't hate her, and I DO hate when people are hurting.

Then yesterday, she messages me out of the blue asking me to create a GoFundMe for her husband's medical bills. I haven't read the whole message because I don't know how I'm going to respond yet, but I'm feeling really gross about it. She makes very little money, I know, and I don't think he's worked the entire time they've been married, and I know he doesn't have insurance. Maybe it's a moot point, because I feel like if my grandmother finds out, she'll pressure me into doing it, too, and I have an even harder time telling her no.

So, I guess, tl;dr: My transphobic and emotionally manipulative parent wants me to create a GoFundMe for her dying husband's medical bills for reasons, and I'm not sure I want to since I'm trying to go no contact, but I feel obligated to help her because the man is dying and she's suffering. What do I do here? Am I a horrible person for even hesitating?

#I hate to air my own dirty laundry out here #But I feel like I really need an outsider's perspective here #Because I feel like a really shit person for even hesitating on this #Because she DID once create a GoFundMe for me to help me cover moving costs for a new job when I had nothing #She's honestly not the worst person in the world and has been thru a lot #But I don't feel like that justifies the way she's treated me either #And it kinda feels like she's using that one act of kindness as leverage to push me into this #This is just another reason I'm trying to move out of state #I need to get as far away from these people as I possibly can #Also want to add that I am NOT her only kid but I AM the only one she bailed on and treated like a pariah #cw: abuse mention #cw: alcohol mention #cw: death mention #cw: transphobia mention

[hyacinthmewn]

happy new year!!!! Spamton’s been celebrating and might be a bit tipsy-

#spamton plushie #spamton plush #deltarune #Deltarune plushie #spamton #my post #cw: alcohol mention #(that’s not alcohol btw #it’s friggin Apple juice lol)

[skinandscales-if]

"it takes me seven days to stop being in love with you" + puck?

Atlas | Skye | Reese

⎯

That day was sunny, so you and Puck visited the sea.

It was a little windy, but not enough to deter either of you, as you both found an isolated slice of the boardwalk and decided to walk down it for the day. Having this much free time was a rarity, and one you were determined to experience at its fullest. Puck wasn’t as busy anymore either, so the break was a breath of fresh air between the two of you. As the wind whips by, you swear you can see dark clouds out on the horizon.

“Looks like we got here just in time. Might rain.” You muse, pulling your jacket tighter to yourself. Puck hums in acknowledgment and peers skyward, catching the same view as they adjust their glasses. 

“Hm. Looks likely.” Their features slowly turn mischievous, a glint in their eyes that you know well by now. You smile even before they speak. “If we have to take shelter, I’m not letting you under if there’s not enough room.”

You laugh, a surprised noise that is gutted in your throat. You elbow into their side a bit and stare at them in astonishment as they grin back at you.

“Where’d that come from? You’re already planning on abandoning me after all I did to plan today?” You chuckle, shaking your head at them dramatically as you heave out a loud sigh. “Wow. I see how it is.”

“Aw come on. You love me.” They snipe back, leaning in a little closer in just a way that makes their presence a bit overwhelming. They block most of the breeze this way, until you can really only focus on them and keeping one foot in front of the other. They don’t seem to notice your plight. Or maybe they do. Instead, they just give you a stunning smile, wrapping one arm around your middle. It’s hard to feel the contact through all the layers but you are still very aware of it. It’s warm and unbroken by your steps.

“Nah… I think I could break up with you easy, actually.” You deflect, rolling your eyes as you scoff at the quick return of their charm. Always the one to dial it up when they’re in trouble. And it’s difficult to ever really find them in trouble, so this attention is all the more appreciated. The bastard.

“Hm? Really? That easily?” They ask, straightening up a bit. You tense a bit as their arm moves away from your back a bit though they don’t remove it entirely. Puck is considering something, a look you know better than any of their others as they wrinkle their nose a bit and their head tilts just slightly enough to not be purposeful.

“It would take me seven days to stop being in love with you.”

“Huh?”

Puck looks back to you, now a bit more serious. Have they really considered this? Your chest tightens a bit before they clear it up.

“The seven stages of grief. I’d go through one each day.” They correct, giving you a slight nod. Your own mood has grown a bit more serious, a bit more solemn. They’re also very good at that. Keeping you grounded when you need to be. This seems like a strange time, though. The waves crash a little harder on the rocks to your side. 

“Isn’t it five? Five stages of grief?” You add, now determined to get to the bottom of this sudden change in mood. Puck doesn’t look very plussed, instead focused on this new topic, eyes wandering somewhere out there beyond the end of the boardwalk.

“Mm… well, yes, for the most part. But the seven stages are for a more complex understanding of grief. They add in shock before everything and one for reconstruction. It allows for a more comprehensive view of things.” 

You stare at them for another moment, incredulous. They continue.

“I think not allowing me those two extra days would be a disservice. Whiskey for shock. Tea for reconstruction.” They glance over to you now, smile slowly overcoming their features once again and the nerves flood out of your system. That shine that catches the edge of their glasses, the same light that reflects so perfectly in the brown pools of their eyes. You lean a bit closer unconsciously, like some sort of magnetic pull keeps you tethered to them. To the here and now. It’s the strangest and most comforting thing in the world, their gravity. It’s all-consuming, warm, and constant. You think if you ever confessed it to Puck they’d have some kind of explanation for it but you don’t want that. Some things are best left unexplained.

“That’d be concise, don’t you think?” Puck finishes. You blink at them, returning to yourself as you register their words and a familiar smile works it’s way onto your face.

“You’re such a nerd.” You chuckle, shaking your head again. You pull from them a bit but don’t let their hand fall away, instead moving to grip it. You can’t even feel the sea breeze anymore. They laugh back and it pulls at your heart until it aches. Damn. “You’re lucky I’m in love with you.”

“Oh so you won’t break up with me now?”

“Oh my god Puck.”

#prompts #s&s: puck #very slow on these last two prompts #BUT im so glad puck is getting the spotlight they deserve #pspspsps if you fall in love with them you'll get a ton of bad puns #its so much fun not angsty at all i swear #(DIRECT LIE) #not accepting more prompts rn! #cw: alcohol mention #asks

[ansicred]

wasting time | fluff

It's James' 26th birthday -- time for a party (for two and their cats)! setting: Frank & James' house in Shoreditch, London, 9th March 1985. characters involved: Frank & James. warnings: cw: alcohol drinking/mention

#ansicredocs #oddfoxesverse #jamesfoxes #frankfoxes #jamesfoxesoneshots #frankfoxesoneshots #rating: fifteen #cw: alcohol drinking #cw: alcohol mention #tipsy birfday boi james bein in luuuurve w/ his silly puppy man

[wyrmhearted]

Ugh. That wine must have been far stronger than he anticipated; he couldn't even recall disembarking, let alone anything else going on. He shakes his head, a poor attempt to clear it.

So, this is what lays west of Eorzea, huh? Interesting place. Suspiciously accommodating, for one, with this ride taking him to his new quarters he didn't need to pay for. (And they'd certainly not get any complaints from him on the matter.) Rather advanced in technology, as well; this steel wagon is similar to those in Garlemald, yet with a sleeker design. Could it be Allagan inspired? All the way out here? Not that that surprises him. Not much surprises him these days, honestly.

Until now, that is.

As he reaches his new quarters and drops to the bed, leaping off the ledge of consciousness and starting his descent into a heavy sleep, the alarming mystery spears its way into his mind:

Where in the bloody hells is his hair tie?

#; a quick reprieve #i'm gonna be super busy for a few days but i wanted to plop this down #aftwr the weekend i'll make a proper pinned and follow ppl and all that jazz #but i'm here and i'm ready to spear #(that was cheesy i'm almost sorry for it) #cw: alcohol mention #alright see ya soon for real this time! #oh i gotts come up with tags and spruce this all up... a problem for future me

[branches-in-a-flood]

Mental health commentary

2 mg Clonazepam and three shots of rum is a balanced dinner, right?

Also if you've decided to click through to here. Uh. Advice on the words to break up with someone you love and have been with for nearly 8 years?

#screaming into the void #flood is going thru it #cw: alcohol mention

[maybebabyplease]

for the @wolfstarmicrofic prompt:

bar

Remus slumps over the bar, staring at his empty glass. He thinks about ordering another, but it would be his seventh, and that’s too much for Christmas Eve.

“It’s closing time,” says the bartender, gentle. “Can I help you get home?” 

There’s a hint of suggestion in his voice, and Remus considers it for a minute. But he doesn’t look right, blond and bulky where he should be dark-haired and lanky.

“No, thanks,” says Remus, and resigns himself to a cold walk back to his apartment, where Sirius should be waiting but isn’t, not anymore.

#wolfstar microfic #wolfstar #sirius black #remus lupin #cw: alcohol mention #oh look! #sad em strikes again #christmas is a crying holiday actually #i am drinking a bottle of red wine #i am locking myself in the bathroom #i am sobbing in the tub #anyway! #bringing that feeling to y'all #drunk christmas babyyyyyy #em goes micro

[apersonwholikeslotus]

'Just Shoes'

Pairing: A side of AusHun (not the main focus though)

Warning: Alcohol mention.

Notes: okay so, I was having feelings about baby Liechtenstein and her stuffy Austrian dad, and then I was listening to My Fair Lady, and then I'm also writing stuff for my friends as a Christmas present. And this happened, first thing I've been able to finish in a week. Enjoy.

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Erzsébet walked through the house wiping her hands on her apron while looking to make sure she didn't miss anything. She liked to tease Roderick far too often that being his lover should come with 'not being the maid anymore' privileges, but she also knew she would be bored without the daily chores. Speaking of though, she couldn't seem to find Roderick or Liesl anywhere. Usually Roderick would come around by this point insisting she had done enough for the day; or Liesl would show up wanting to help. Something Erzí never let her do. She didn't mind it anymore, but she was also insistent Liesl wouldn't end up working for someone else. Her excuse for the six year old was always something along the lines of 'What if your prince shows up? Will you want to be covered in dust to see him?'  it always worked. 

Her wandering took her to the side of the house with the ballroom. The large room wasn't used often... but Roderick was one for parties so whenever he decided to have one on a whim she preferred to not have to clean it when there were other things to do. She hated the parties, having to dress up and be overly nice to people she hated. Roderick and Liesl both adored them though, well, Liesl adored watching people show up for them. The girl had to go to bed before it even officially started, she had been excited about her 'debut to society' for years already. She asked every year without fail when she could go to her first one; and Roderick told her every year without fail as soon as she was sixteen. 

"No, no, no, your timing is off!" Erzsébet stopped at the closed door, listening, Roderick's voice was easy to identify inside. She assumed it was Adéla he was scolding, he always claimed she embarrassed him at balls. 

"But papa! You're doing the counting!" Instead of hearing the Bohemian woman she heard her daughter, giggling as she argued with her father. 

There was a loud huff, "You can't blame your partner for your own shortcomings," 

Erzsébet heard the counting resume, along with footsteps far too heavy to be her lovers. She listened as the counting died out replaced with humming; Liesl started singing mimicking the sounds the song would make on a piano. 

"See" The footsteps stopped with Rodericks voice, "That's where you lose your stride, when you start singing" 

"I can't stay quiet, you hum, and mama sings when you two dance" 

"Your mother and I can keep our step," she listened as the steps continued this time with Liesl counting out loud, Erzí opened the door just a crack looking in. She tried not to laugh as she saw Liesl standing on Roderick's feet; stepping in unison with him. They went through the motions a few times, she recognized quite quickly they were doing the waltz. 

"Finally!" Roderick exclaimed, "I've never seen so much potential, just a little more practice and you'll be a dancing protégé" 

"Really?" 

"Absolutely. Don't you think so, liebling?" Roderick looked towards the door making it known that he had seen her. Erzí opened the door the rest of the way, coming into the room as Roderick picked up Liesl. 

"Of course, we should just go ahead and send you to France to learn ballet," Erzsébet teased lightly, watching as Liesl held onto her father tighter. 

"Please don't" both her parents quickly assured her she wasn't going anywhere, not as long as they could help it, calming Liesl down quite fast. 

"What were you two doing in here exactly?" Erzsébet asked, trying to play it off as if she hadn't been watching them for the past ten minutes. 

"Obviously I was teaching her how to dance, our princess needs to be well versed in many things" Roderick almost rehearsed the line, it was heard at least once a day in their household both them, and the other people living with them stating it. Liesl was Roderick and Erzsébet's daughter but by now she was being raised by everyone in the house. The theory that everyone would stop cooing over her after they got used to her presence, turned out to be completely incorrect. Even with Adéla who claimed to hate both the girl's parents with every ounce of her being. 

Erzsébet knew her partner though, and knew dancing and now holding Liesl however small she may be was tiring him out quickly. "Edesem, why don't you go find Emma and see if she has anything for you to do?" 

At the mention of the Flemish woman, Liesl half wiggled out of her fathers arms running for the hall with both her parents yelling after her to not run in the house. 

As soon as Roderick was sure his daughter was gone, he simply sat down on the floor, immediately eliciting a laugh from Erzsébet. 

"That tired are we?" she asked him, sitting down next to him. 

He nodded, "She has endless amounts of energy, I swear it comes from your side" 

"Oh I don't think so," she countered him, "Maybe she got it from your brother" 

Roderick groaned, "Don't ever make me think about Liesl inheriting anything from any of my siblings ever again" 

She rolled her eyes at him a little, thinking him being overdramatic. "She has endless energy because she's six Kedvesem" 

"I am aware..." he trailed off for a moment, "You're sure you want another one?"

"I want three more" Erzsébet quickly countered,

"Three!" Roderick laid down completely putting his hand to his forehead, "I think I need a beer to even deal with the thought" 

She laughed at him again, "That's what you said when we found out we were expecting Liesl" 

"No, then I needed a beer and a chair," He jokingly patted the ground, "Now I'm already sitting so I just need the beer" 

"You love her" she smiled at him. 

"I never said I don't" Roderick countered, sitting back up. 

"Let me finish, I know you love her because you danced with her, letting her scuff your favorite pair of shoes" 

"They're just shoes," 

Erzsébet hummed, "They're never 'just shoes' with you."

#tw: alchohol mention #cw: alcohol mention #hetalia #aph austria #hws austria #aph hungary #hws hungary #aph liechtenstein #hws liechtenstein #aushun #ig #hetalia fic

[dragoon-mid-jump]

Discord Prompts: Beach

Word Count: 155 Rating: T (Alcohol mention)

Just another day at the beach. Certainly a peaceful day to be enjoying the weather without a care in the world. The sun was shining, the birds were chirping, the waves were lapping upon the sandy shore, and not a cloud could be seen in the sky--

"One Hurricane coming right up, ma'am!"

"Your Death in the Afternoon, sir!"

"I have a tequila sunrise for--Hey! No roughhousing on the deck!"

The two wrestling youths immediately looked up at the red-haired Miqo'te man setting down a drink and glaring at them from behind the bar, and disengaged from each other. His gaze continued to follow them as they walked off, embarrassed, until they turned the corner and disappeared behind another booth.

He sighed, exasperated, and turned to another customer with an apologetic smile, readying his pen and paper once more.

"Sorry about that. Now, what else would you like?"

Yep. Just another day at Costa de Sol for bartender Y'kouha Tia.

#ffxiv #WoL Adjacents #Y'kouha Tia #rubi writes #As prompted by Discord #cw: alcohol mention

[shinayashipper]

Thinking about a drunk Yugi confessing to Kaiba but he forgets about it the next day. (Kaiba remembers and it gives him a little boost of confidence to get closer but he also Wonders whether Yugi’s telling the truth or not and he’s Afraid of Rejection and Things Changing between them so he never Asks </3)

#rivalshipping #cw: alcohol mention