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leiawritesstories · 10 months

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dial drunk

inspired by "dial drunk" by noah kahan. if you know the song, you know how much angst is about to happen. @backtobl4ck thank you for encouraging me ;)

Word count: ~1k

A/N: PAINNNNNNN. Frederick is very very proud of himself.

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The shifting flashes of red and blue police lights in his rearview mirror yanked Rowan from his half-unconscious stupor back into reality. The siren caught up with him seconds later, piercing through the fog of intoxication clouding his senses. Fuck, how much had he drunk? How many empty bottles littered the floor of his kitchen?

Hadn’t he sworn, months ago, to lock the alcohol away? Hadn’t he promised someone he loved more than life itself that he would stop drinking to forget?

Even though he had, that someone had broken him so badly he’d gone for the liquor cabinet, grabbed bottles at random, and poured the alcohol down his throat until the burn faded into numbness and the agony of the evening faded into the liquor-induced fog. Then he’d climbed into his pickup and left–he had to get the fuck away, clear his head. Part of him wouldn’t care if he drunk-drove himself off the side of the road, if he crashed and burned and died a nameless drunk.

Guided by the police cruiser behind him, Rowan pulled off to the side of the road and stopped, keeping his hands on the wheel. A police officer got out of the cruiser and walked up to his door.

“Open the door, son.” The officer’s deep, calm voice was familiar, even through the haze of alcohol and anguish blurring his mind.

Blearily, Rowan threw his pickup into park, set the parking brake, unlocked his door, and opened it. “Have my li-licensh’ here, sir,” he slurred.

“Rowa, I don’t need your license.” Ah fuck, just what he needed–Rhoe Galathynius finding his daughter’s boyfriend–ex-boyfriend now–drunk driving down Main to get the hell out of town after a breakup that shattered both of them into a thousand tiny shards.

“Sh-sir?” Rowan was confused.

“You’re drunk, Rowan.” Rhoe’s voice remained infinitely patient. “I have to take you in for the night, son.”

Son. The endearment stabbed a barbed spear straight through the raw ruins of Rowan’s heart. Groggily, he shut off his engine, stepped out of the truck, and would have fallen on his face if Rhoe hadn’t caught him.

“Here.” Rhoe steadied him. “Come on, son. It’s just for the night; you’ll be able to go home once you’ve sobered up.” Holding open the back door of the cruiser, he nudged Rowan inside. “You get one emergency call.”

“Aelin!” Rowan blurted.

“What?”

“Aelin,” he repeated, hoarsely. “My call.”

Unidentifiable emotions flashed across Rhoe’s fatherly face. “Okay.” He handed Rowan his phone. “Go ahead.”

Rowan tapped Aelin’s icon, heard her ringtone start to sound, and waited. And waited. And waited. And waited.

“Th-this is Aelin.” Her voice–raw, rough, and creaky the way it was after she’d been sobbing–crackled through the phone.

“Fireheart?” Rowan choked out.

Click. Beep.

She hung up.

Blindly, Rowan grabbed for his phone, but Rhoe held it out of his drunken reach. “I’m sorry, son.”

“Please,” Rowan begged, tears spilling out of his eyes. “Le’mme try again, sir, fuck, I swear I’ll cooperate.” His voice broke. “She–I–I need–she’ll call back, I swear.”

Grief and empathy shone in Rhoe’s kind eyes. “I can’t. I’m sorry, son.”

“Fuck!” Rowan buried his head in his hands. “Please!”

Rhoe’s strong hand rested on the younger man’s shoulder. “Why do you want to do this to yourself?” he asked, gently. Rowan could hear the muted pain in the older man’s words, the deep love Rhoe had for his daughter and for the man she loved, and he knew how much it must tear the man up to arrest his daughter’s boyfriend for drunk driving and then end up going home to a broken, emotionally bleeding version of his daughter.

“S’done,” Rowan slurred, his vision blurring so badly he just wanted to close his eyes and sleep until the pounding in his head went away.

Rhoe let out a soft sigh. “Stay here, son.” He left the back door open, stepped aside, and spoke to his patrol partner in a low voice for a few minutes. When he returned, he helped Rowan out of the cruiser instead of closing the door and heading off to the jail like Rowan thought he’d do. “I’m going to need your keys, son.”

Rowan blinked. “Huh?”

“Your keys.” Rhoe held out his hand, huffing out a short breath at Rowan’s complete confusion. “I’m going to drive you home in your truck, son, but I’ll need your keys to drive.”

“Oh.” Fumbling a little, Rowan handed over his keys. Rhoe unlocked the pickup, helped Rowan up into the passenger side, buckled his seatbelt, closed the door, and went around to the driver’s side. A moment later, they were back on the road, headed towards Rowan’s house. “Sir?”

“Hmm?” Rhoe glanced towards him, his face illuminated in the amber wash of the traffic lights.

“I-I’m sorry.” Rowan closed his eyes and sank back into the passenger seat. “I’m so sorry.”

Rhoe was quiet for a long few moments. “Lock the cabinet back up, son,” he finally said. “It won’t do anything good for you.” He reached Rowan’s house, pulled into his driveway, parked, helped Rowan out of his truck, and walked him into his house. “Son.”

“Yeah?”

Rhoe pressed Rowan into a brief, tight hug. “Don’t beat yourself up too badly.” He closed the front door, leaving Rowan alone in his house once again.

Rowan made it into the kitchen, shuffling slowly with his hand on the wall to guide him and keep himself upright, and swore at the sight of the bottles on the counter and the floor. So many. Maybe that was partially because of his hazy vision, but still–so many.

He left the kitchen. He’d deal with that mess…later. Right now, he needed sleep.

He only made it as far as the living room couch before his legs buckled and he half-collapsed onto the couch, barely remembering to kick off his shoes before he flopped down on his side, closed his eyes, and tumbled into the sweet black oblivion of drunken sleep.

The last thing he saw before deep sleep claimed him was Aelin’s heartbreakingly beautiful face, her stunning eyes lined with tears, her soft, broken plea for him to “just leave” spilling from her lips.

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#my writing #aelin galathynius #rowan whitethorn #rowaelin #rowan x aelin #or maybe not mwahaha #the angst monster tag #ANGST #AAAAAAANGST #pain pain pain #this isn't even a little bit fluffy #i'm so sorry NO I'M NOT #FREDERICK YOU STOP THAT #DAMMIT FREDERICK #tw: alcohol use #based on a noah kahan song

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tarnishedxknight · 3 months

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Send 🍺 to encounter my muse when they are really, REALLY drunk. (Leah to Noah; @mxrvelouscreations

@mxrvelouscreations

"Yes, I... I think I am... a little drunk," Noah replied to her asking, promptly chuckling and grinning in a way he didn't often do... unless he was inebriated and comfortable at home with his love, Leah. "This uh... This's is good, is... it's... What is this?" he asked, looking at the bottle again. "I like it, and it seems to like me as well."

Noah was honestly feeling mellow, happy, contented. A thought suddenly occurred to him... "You know, I-I don't think... that I... ever in my life, have I gotten drunk... for no reason. Just for fun. And I don't think... I've ever been so happy... while drunk, either." It was a weird feeling, but not an unwelcome one. "Must be you. It's your doing. You make everth- every... thing better, Leah. Even being drunk."

There was a compliment in there somewhere, even if his mind was a bit clouded at the moment. His gaze then lingered long on her. "Gods, I love you..." he said, whether wanting to actually tell her that or just thinking aloud. Maybe it was a little of both. "My beautiful Leah..." he whispered.

#mxrvelouscreations #alt muse: noah #noah x leah #{ what madness is this? } ᵐᵘˡᵗⁱᵛᵉʳˢᵉ ᶜʳᵒˢˢᵒᵛᵉʳ #tw: alcohol use

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fcurleaves · 5 months

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closed starter for @dannysummers

Danny Summers had only been at the university for five years, but Lucky felt like she'd known him her whole life. It was hard to know who the bad influence was, because they fed off of one another; every now and then they'd make a night of it, starting behind the library with a spliff and ending at The Rainstorm. Tonight was one of those nights. They watched the sun set, backs to the library wall as they coughed with every toke (it was ancient bud, carefully rationed by Lucky since the closure of the gates). Then it was karaoke night down at The Rainstorm, and if there was one thing they could never turn down, it was karaoke.

While Danny screeched out Taylor Swift, Lucky let her eyes wander over the rim of her (third) whiskey sour. Omar was in his usual spot, clapping when Danny finished, and for some reason (it definitely had nothing to do with being cross-faded) Lucky was overcome with compassion for the old man. She grabbed Danny's face as he sat back down and pulled it close to hers. "Cake. Omar's birthday is in...like, two days, let's make him a cake." Her eyes were wide and glassy.

"Carrot cake."

Soon enough the two were scrambling through a high, narrow window into the kitchen. It was by no means pitch black inside, but they had a difficult time finding the lights; Danny knocked over a broom and Lucky nearly impaled herself on the edge of a counter. She finally found the switch, and when flipped it bathed the kitchen in bright florescent light that made her squint.

"Okay," she wheezed, still clutching her side where the counter had stabbed her. "What first?"

#with: danny #; flashback #[hope this is okay!]#[had fun with it]#; closed starter #tw: alcohol mention #tw: alcohol use

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theveryworstthereeverwas · 1 year

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man the fireworks are beatifuol. I love new yeaters. take a shot fro taht

i think im 8 in.

my hes d hurts

#btw way traoijn has been fliped #Pokemon #pokemon oc #unreality #tw: alcohol use #alcohol use

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till-you-scream-and-cry · 1 year

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not Må related, tw: alcohol use and psychiatric meds

Anyone has experience with fluoxetine (It's in for example: Prozac) and alcohol?

I know you technically shouldn't drink while taking any SSRI, but I'm not new to them, besides i mean one beer/drink/glass of wine. Will i be fine or should i just not touch alcohol at all?

#mental health #tw: alcohol use #tw: psychiatric meds

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signourneybooks · 3 months

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Gogmagog | ARC Review

Thank you to Caroline Lambe and Angry Robot Books for the review copy in exchange for an honest review. This does not change my opinion in anyway Book: Gogmagog: The First Chronicle of Ludwich (Gogmagog 1) by Jeff Noon and Steve BeardRelease Date: February 13th 2024 Tags: Fantasy | Post-Apocalyptic Fantasy | Plant Based | Gods | Robots | Sci Fantasy Trigger/Content Warnings: Violence | Injuries…

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#fantasy #gods #Gogmagog #Gogmagog: the first chronicle of ludwich #jeff noon #plant based #Post-apocalyptic #Robots #sci fantasy #steve beard #TW: alcohol use #TW: blood #TW: drug use #TW: gore #TW: injuries #TW: Violence

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chronicallycouchbound · 9 months

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People who use drugs deserve love and kindness.

Abstinence is not the only form of recovery. AA/NA doesn’t work for everyone. Sometimes people choose to use instead of meeting other needs, which is valid. Some people use for recreational purposes. Some people use for medicinal purposes. Some people who use have substance abuse disorder. Treatment looks different for everyone. Not everyone needs or wants treatment, for various reasons. The only thing Naloxone enables is breathing. Active use is not shameful. People who use drugs often also deal drugs. People in recovery should not shame active users. Active users deserve love. Active users deserve someone to check in on them, get them safer use supplies, and get them pizza. Active users deserve to be listened to. They deserve better than to have that be the first time anyone ever treated them as human since they began using.

Let’s care for each other.

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zu-is-here · 10 months

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[6/23] Happy belated again birthday, Dude <3

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Epic by yugogeer012

Cross from xtaleunderverse by jakei95

#alcohol tw #zu art #comic #post dark cream #epic!sans #cross!sans #dude and bruh #undertale #undertale au #utmv #they're so silly together your honor I love them a lottt /// ;w;#((so sorry for using you on ur birthday for the second year in a row King :'D))

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spamsandsuch · 8 months

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a conversation with Queen herself

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powdermelonkeg · 2 years

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Okay but given that you can make alcohol from just about any plant, a world built around Minecraft could have SUCH a liquor cabinet.

You’ve got your basics, the potato and wheat vodka, gin, whiskey, then rum from sugarcane or beet sugar if you’re feeling a little adventurous.

Then you’ve got the fancier things. Dandelion and melon wine, spike vodka, pumpkin liqueur, applejack. Zhuyeqing jiu and chocolate liquor if you REALLY want to go for the cool stuff.

You’ve got mead and all kinds of moonshine, everything from carrots to kelp to sawdust brandy if you live out in the Badlands. Sunflower and rose spirits, lilac wine, even milk liquor and advocaat if you want to deviate from plants a bit.

But then you’ve got the plants that don’t exist in our sphere.

Chorus liqueur, dripleaf absinthe, glowberry champagne and sweet berry wine, glow lichen beer and crème de spore blossom, golden apple cider, glistering cordial. For the truly danger-seeking, wither rose lanique.

#minecraft #worldbuilding #alcohol tw #that's not even going into the FLAVORS you can add!!!#mushrooms and shroomlights in beer #nether wart maybe as a common flavoring #all kinds of cocktails and stuff #you've got different woods for barrels too #and allium is technically onion so #that's a WHOLE new can of flavors there #fun fact as i was researching this i found out there's an alcohol made from carrots that's just called C #we should do more with carrots seriously #also also lichens were used to make beer historically!#it was a brief stint but it's possible #also sawdust brandy. that's actually from an old loz project #i was trying to look up what kinds of alcohol would be possible in a decaying world like lorule #and sawdust brandy was up there #edit: if people are seeing this version where kefir is replaced #yes kefir is (minorly) alcoholic #you can fail a dui test if you have enough of it #in the same sense that poppy seed muffins can make you fail an opium test #if your tolerance is super low you CAN get buzzed off it #however #I put it on the list initially to have something milk-based for alcohol #it was originally kumis which is stronger #but it’s mare milk and you can’t get milk from horses in minecraft #I have since replaced it with milk liquor because 1. lithuania somehow has done it #and 2. china made vodka out of milk???????#the site called it lai jiu but I can’t find anywhere else calling it that #so milk liquor it is!

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tarnishedxknight · 3 months

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Send 🍺 to encounter my muse when they are really, REALLY drunk. (Basch)

Basch didn't often drink, and this was why. He... could not hold his alcohol at all. Not that he was a nasty, violent, or disagreeable drunk, far from it, actually. But it just didn't take very much to get him very drunk, very quickly. His lack of practice was partially to blame for that.

"'Tis an amusing thought, though... I would've love to've seen you atop a chocobo," he said to Wanda. They were currently at one of Tony's parties, and he'd somehow been convinced to partake of the spirits. He chuckled a little. "Can't you imagine yourself riding a giant bird? They had saddles, it's... it was not-... it wasn't... as difficult as it sounds, well... not if they liked you."

Suddenly, though, he seemed to stare long at her. "You're... you are very beautiful tonight... Wanda. Not-... I should clarify... You look beautiful each and every night, but... for tonight... I... I just noticed now..." he rambled a bit, grinning happily as he took another sip. "'Tis as if you've got your own light about you. You glow. You're... You are glowing," he said adoringly.

#illbringthechaosmagic #main muse: basch #basch x wanda #{ knightly avenger } ᵐᶜᵘ ᵛᵉʳˢᵉ #tw: alcohol use

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fcurleaves · 6 months

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( jessica henwick. woman. she/her. ) ⸺ 🦬 greetings, buffaloes! walking around campus, sporting her signature four-leaf clover finger tattoo, we’ve spotted LILIANA "LUCKY" FLETCHER, a THIRTY-ONE-year-old who contributes to our thriving community as a CLERK in the library. according to our intel, they’ve been around the sanctuary for TWELVE YEARS and what we know about her, aside from the fact that they do agree with the decision to close the gates, is that she oozes charisma and is a regular at the rainstorm as a result (and the greenhouses, if you catch my drift). trusting by nature, she and nick were pals before he was ousted, but since his betrayal her faith has been shaken. she was working as a clerk at the time of the outbreak, and it just kind of stuck. she's by no means married to it, but her lack of drive didn't lend her to any other pursuits; that is, not until the coalition's infiltration. these days lucky has been getting combat training here and there. she's almost useful…almost. doesn’t that make them fantastic ? we think it does, and that’s why we appreciate her so much, grateful for what they give to our community.

⸺ written by nutteh ( she/her . 30 . us cst )

THE BASICS

NAME: Liliana “Lucky” Marie Fletcher

AGE: 31

GENDER: Female

PRONOUNS: She/her/hers

SEXUALITY: Pansexual

DATE OF BIRTH: 19 May, 1992 (Taurus)

SPARKNOTES

Lucky grew up east of Boulder - it was the largest nearby city and everyone in her small suburban town flocked there. Her father, a soldier, was mostly out of the picture while her mother languished on the child support. Lucky was not mistreated, but she had no real love for either of her parents (she thought about her mother, though, at the time of the storm).

School was never quite interesting enough for her. She wasn’t stupid, but her attention tended to wander and deadlines were suggestions at best. There was also the fact that she seldom attended, much preferring to roll joints out by the lake with her varied groups of friends. To this day she’s not sure how she graduated high school.

Lucky could always connect with people. She had charisma and was good at deciphering social cues, but her heart was always harder than her nature suggested. She had a lot of friends, but no real, close friends. The closest she ever came to making a meaningful connection was with the girl who tattooed the four-leaf clover on her finger, but Lucky fled before that could happen.

Boulder was expensive and Lucky needed a job - that was the reason she started working at the UC. She could talk to people and she could read, which she joked was her secret to surviving the apocalypse. It just so happened to be the eighth in a long string of daily shifts when the storm came, and Lucky saw no real reason to wander.

The clover tattoo predated her nickname by one year. It was a four-leaf clover that symbolized a four-leaf clover when she got it - it was free, the “artist” seemed keen to try it, and it wasn’t like she hated four-leaf clovers. But it was how she earned the nickname “Lucky” after the outbreak, because she was lucky to be at work when it happened.

Lucky was a functional stoner before the outbreak and she still is. She’s trying to grow her own plants and is having some success, but it’s certainly something she misses about their old open gates.

But weed isn’t her only vice. She had a hand in The Rainstorm's inception (and name) and is a nightly regular. She enjoys a good drink, but she goes for the company more than the booze. It was how she and Nick bonded, and he became somewhat of a father figure to her post-outbreak ( “father figure” is a bit much - perhaps “crotchety uncle?”). She’d always known he wasn’t perfect and had a mean streak, but Lucky was naive and could scarcely believe what he’d done. The pesky apocalypse had forced her to forge deeper connections with her fellow survivors, and while she still maintains them, it is difficult with Nick’s betrayal always on her mind.

WANTED CONNECTIONS

(Former?) Roommate - This is someone Lucky lived with in Boulder pre-outbreak. There is no way she would have been able to afford to live alone, not as a library clerk. I have no set relationship in mind besides “they were roommates,” but they did only live together for about eight to ten months. It might be fun to give them a face and have them involved with the UC community rather than remain a random NPC from Lucky's past.

Clover girl - The girl with the storied tattoo skills. The one Lucky almost let herself fall for. This was a friend of a friend from Lucky's hometown who started hanging around during Lucky's senior year. They spent the better part of that year in each other's company, with and without their mutual friends. Then Lucky's guarded heart began to soften, and despite the fact that her financial situation was spotty, she skipped town as soon as she graduated. No heads up, no goodbye, nothing. She feels guilty about it, and she would be lying if she said she didn't think about her on the day of the outbreak (and quite a few times afterward). But at this point it feels like ancient history.

Lays - Lucky's idea of intimacy has nothing to do with sex. She had a bit of a reputation back in her hometown and still maintains it at the UC. Consensual encounters only, of course, but this would be fun to play with. Everyone responds to hook-ups differently and it could open up some interesting plots. All (male, female, non-binary, etc.) welcome - she doesn't discriminate.

#; about #survivors.intro #tw: alcohol mention #tw: alcohol use #[will keep adding to this forever probably]

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theveryworstthereeverwas · 1 year

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Karioky is starting I’m a sign up wonder who may partner will be???

okay ima need another shot fr this

#I said I ould stop #Butituurr #But one more #Pokemon #pokemon oc #unreality #tw: alcohol use #alcohol use

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thehammerhorse · 26 days

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