#i don't want a liquid i know thats just a mess waiting to happen

[hafwen]

The vet recommended we add fish oil to Mackies diet and I forgot to ask what brand to use

I guess I can call them again tomorrow

[sourcherryandsprinkles]

Dancing with our hands tied | Rafe Cameron x Reader

Summary: Secrets gets spilled during an afternoon drinking beer with your best friend’s brother 

Word count: 1.2k

Warnings: drinking, heavy kissing

Request: heyyy can u do number 5 (''Did I just say that out loud?'') and it's a  rafe x kook!reader that is sarah bestfriend but sarah wasn't home when she stopped by and rafe invites for her to wait for sarah. even tho shes a little hesitant she decided to wait for her but instead gets left alone with rafe for the whole day. she thinks that he hates her (thinks she's weird, stupid, funny, ugly) so she covers it up by being sarcastic and mean when he's actually secretly in love with her and they pick on eachother all the time and after a few too many drinks and hours together she begins to mumble about how rafe is so hot but such a dick as rafe is opening another beer bottle (or literally anything that is normal but completely hot) and thats when he is like "huh🤭" and shes like "omg did I say that out loud😦" and it ends however u want😘

Note: I didn't plan for this to get more than 1k, but it happened and I'm not mad 🤭

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‘’Sarah’s not here,’’ Rafe announced when he answered the door. ‘’She went to Charleston with Rose and Wheezie. Girls trip. She didn’t tell you?’’

You frowned. ‘’Eh, no.’’

‘’You can wait for her here if you want. They should be back today.’’

The idea of being alone with Rafe didn't enchant you — he was self-centered, arrogant and had an open dislike for you —, but didn't feel like going home. Your parents were having marital issues and you needed a break from their arguments.

You followed him to the balcony, which was a mess from Rafe's last party. There were half empty liquor bottles, unopened beers and wrappers of various sorts all over the table. You could spot a bong among the mess too.

Rafe sat on the couch and grabbed a bottle from the table. ‘’Want a beer or something?’’

It was only 1pm, but why not.

You took a beer, not seeing any mixing liquids to make drinks, but struggled to open it. You tried to look for a beer cap opener, but Rafe took the bottle from you and opened it with the bottom of a lighter.

‘’Thanks,’’ you said, taking a sip of your drink.

Neither of you said anything for a bit, sitting and drinking beer in silence. Occasionally, you could hear the chirps of the birds, the swish of the waves...and the annoying noise of Rafe's phone as he texted. Who has their keyboard sound on?

You finished your beer and Rafe offered you another one. ‘’Do you know what time Sarah will arrive?’’

Rafe shook his head, lips around the rim of his beer bottle. ‘’Nope.’’

You sighed and leaned further into the couch cushions. Great.

More time passed and you found yourself glancing curiously at your balcony companion. The sleeve of his shirt was hugging his bicep and you absentmindedly bit your lip. You knew he went to the gym with Topper and Kelce, but you never took time to notice how toned he was.

Your eyes shifted up to his face, and when you did, you saw his gaze pointed down towards your bare legs and the bottom of your dress, but he was steadily making his way back up to your face. He licked his lips as he looked you over, and immediately you were squeezing your crossed legs closer together.

‘’Is that a new dress?’’ Rafe played with the hem of your dress, exposing a small part of your thigh. ‘’Red looks better on you than blue.’’

‘’If you don't get your hand off of me, the next shade of red you'll see will be coming from your nose.’’

He laughed, a stupid grin etched on his face, and turned his body fully towards your own, leaning an elbow onto the back of the couch to rest his head on his fist. ‘’Feisty, I like it.’’

You rolled your eyes and took a long sip of your beer, wishing Sarah would get home faster. You’ve been in Rafe’s presence for over two hours and your patience was wearing thin with him. You pulled out your phone and tried texting her, but got no response.

A sigh left your lips.

‘’If you’re bored, we could take a dip in the hot tub?’’

You scoffed. ‘’With you? No thanks,’’ you replied. ‘’Besides, I don’t have my bikini.’’

‘’Sarah has many, or you can go naked. I don’t mind.’’

You glared at him with disgust.

Rafe nodded. ‘’I’ll take that for a no…’’

After your second beer, the alcohol was starting to kick in, feeling a light pleasing buzz.

You sank into your seat, swishing your third beer. ‘’Ugh, why so hot if such a dick?’’ you mumbled to yourself.

Being at an arm distance, Rafe had heard you — unfortunately. He cocked an eyebrow, a smug look on his face. ‘’What was that?’’

Realization hit you and you wanted to be swallowed by the couch. Or better, throw yourself off the balcony. ‘’Shit. Did I say that out loud?’’ you asked yourself.

Amusement washed over Rafe’s face. He leaned forward slightly, squinting as he studied you. You weren’t drunk, he’s seen you drunk before. Tipsy, perhaps. ‘’It that the alcohol speaking some truth?’’ He was pretty close by then, close enough that you could smell him — a mix of beer and expensive cologne.

‘’Fuck off, Rafe.’’ You put down your beer and stood, rounding the table to head to the sliding door. ‘’Tell Sarah to call me when she gets home. I’m going.’’

Rafe stopped you. ‘’Wait.’’

A tired sigh left your lips.

He licked his lips and ran a hand through his hair, about to spill something he had buried deep inside him. ‘’If it makes you feel better, I think you’re hot too.’’

You laughed, half genuine and half influenced by the effects of alcohol.

‘’You think I’m fucking with you, but I’m not.’’ Rafe wrapped an arm around your waist and tugged you to him. You let him. ‘’I tried to get you out of my head — I mean, you’re Sarah’s friend —, but it’s not working. Everytime you’re over, I find myself looking at you and wishing I could bend you over the kitchen table.’’

You felt your heartbeat stutter a few times. ‘’The kitchen table?’’

‘’Or the couch right here.’’ He flashed you a devilish grin, a rush of dirty thoughts running through his head. ‘’You pick.’’

His dazzling blue eyes were looking right at you, and — fuck — you wanted him to kiss you. But you couldn't. It was part of the friendship code. No hooking up with someone’s brother behind their back.

Being forbidden made you want him more, though…

Sorry, Sarah, you thought before smashing your lips on his.

Rafe kissed you back and pulled you to his lap, hands slowly roaming your body. They slid from your back to your waist, over the curve of your hips, and down until he was roughly squeezing at your thighs.

He forced his tongue into your mouth without hesitation and you let out a soft moan, rutting your hips against him impulsively and igniting the fire.

Your hands went from his face to his hair, eliciting a moan when you pulled. His fingers slid just beneath the hem of your short dress, sending a wave of tingles across your skin as you immediately felt his bulge harden against your thigh.

The good thing about Tannyhill was that there were no neighbors and the backyard gave right on the ocean. There were no ways for anyone to see what you and Rafe were up to on the balcony, which was a good thing because neither of you felt like stopping to get inside the house.

Rafe pulled his mouth away from yours suddenly, a smug grin on his lips. The world around you seemed to spin, and you didn’t know if it was from the beers or the smaller amount of air into your lungs from the intense kiss.

You looked over your shoulder, the door reminding you that your friend would be home soon.

Sensing your train of thought, Rafe grabbed your chin and made you look at him. ‘’Sarah is not coming back until tomorrow afternoon,’’ he said, dropping his forehead to rest against yours. He sounded just as breathless as you.

‘’What?! But you told me—’’

‘’I lied.’’ He dropped a kiss on your shoulder, then slipped the thin strap off, slowly exposing more of your body. ‘’I wanted you to myself and saw an opportunity.’’

‘’I’m glad you did.’’ You leaned up, kissing him once more, and sucking on his bottom lip in the process. 

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[princesshillaryellaworld25]

Sick Boyfriend's Nightmare

*Disclaimer: This took place after the end of Chapter one of the birthday Arc*

Nighttime: 11:30 p.m.

Drugfriend was worried about his friends not receiving his calls

Drugfriend: (mind) Come on, Why isn't Dave picking up...Oh boy, I hope Lila Sky didn't get him

Sick BF: *yawns* Drugfriend? What happened?

Drugfriend: Oh hey Sick Boyfriend, I just worried about Dave, I'm trying to call him, but he's not picking up

Sick BF: Yeah, I'm worried that Lila Sky might hurt him or try to find us a-and-

Drugfriend: Sick Boyfriend Calm down, Lila Sky is not gonna find us, besides we're safe at home and I put a magic barrier around our house so she won't get in

Sick BF: O-Oh ok, Anyways I'm going to bed early, I'm tired

Drugfriend: Ok Buddy, I'll be up in a minute, Good night

Sick BF: *yawn* Good night

2 minutes later .....

1:00 A.M.

Sick BF: Zzzzzz

(Heading to dream mode)

Sick BF: Mmmm h-huh?

*Sick Boyfriend woke up in a dark purple void,Sick Boyfriend started to get scared*

Sick BF: (mind) W-Where am I? Why is it so dark?. Hello! Anyone, Hello?!

*Sick Boyfriend started to get worried and started to panic*

Sick BF: Hello?! Anyone?! Can you hear me?! Anybod-Woah! Oof!

(Sick Boyfriend fell down, only to touch something liquid)

Sick BF: Ow...what did I just slip on- W-Wha, is this blood?!

Sick Boyfriend got up and looked to see a trail of blood

Sick BF: What the......(mind)Where did all this blood come from?!

???: Hehehe

Sick BF: *gasp* W-Who's there?!

???: Wow, I guess you don't know me huh?

Sick Boyfriend turned around to see manifest demon that looked like sky but it's not

Sick BF: S-Sky?

???: Sky~? Hahaha Oh I'm not Sky, You may know me as Drugfriend's ex girlfriend~

Sick BF: W-Wait you're Lila sky?

Lila Sky: Yep.

Sick BF: B-But you look so different

Lila Sky: T-Thats because this is my manifest form

Sick BF: So I'm guessing your the one who cheated on Drugfriend with my stalker and broke his heart?

Lila Sky: Yes but I dumped him, And I wanted him back

Sick BF: Well you can forget it, you lost that chance when you cheated on him with multiple guys and I have hearing things like you bullying people, I swear your worse than Purity Senpai

Lila Sky: Well what can I say, I'm very good at it, All that aside, You stole him from me

Sick BF: What?! I didn't steal him, you dumped him so don't accuse me of your petty things

Lila Sky: Oh petty huh? You really wanna see petty, I'll show you petty, You noticed the blood right?

Sick BF: Uh yeah?

Lila Sky: Look over there~

Sick BF: (mind) what does she mean by look over there?

(Sick Boyfriend look over there only to see Drugfriend lying on the floor, covered in blood, having trouble breathing)

Sick BF: O-Oh god....DRUGFRIEND!!!!

(Sick Boyfriend rushed to Drugfriend with tears in his eyes)

Sick BF: Drugfriend, Drugfriend, please, speak to me!!!

Drugfriend: S-Sick Boyfriend,I-I tried...to stop...her....p-please s-save…me*flatlined*

Sick BF: Drugfriend?! Drugfriend?! Please, Say something!!!!

Lila Sky: Awww, poor sick boyfriend, crying over your dying husband~

Sick Boyfriend turned to lila sky and his eyes glowed red

Sick BF: What...have...you done to him...

Lila Sky: Oh I just killed him, he did put up a fight but failed to take me down~

Lila Sky: I warned you Sick Boyfriend, you messed with me and I'm gonna take away everyone you loved

Sick BF: You....YOU MONSTER!!!! YOU GONNA PAY FOR THE CRIMES YOU DID!

Sick Boyfriend tried to charge at her but Lila Sky used her magic to grab Sick boyfriend by the neck, Sick boyfriend was struggling to let go of Lila Sky's magic

Sick BF: *cough cough* I...I can't breathe...

Lila Sky: Awww~ Are you struggling to breathe, Face it, you think you're strong but in reality, your weak, I don't know why Drugfriend would pick you in the first place

Lila Sky: Now...DIE!!!! *Jumpscare*

Sick BF: *Screams*

Sick BF: *gasping for air*

Meanwhile:

Drugfriend: *sigh* I hope everyone's ok, I'm worried Lila sky might hurt Sick Boyfriend or anybody else, Let's just hope tomorrow is good then tod-

*Drugfriend heard a loud scream*

Drugfriend: (mind) What the hell? Was that Sick Boyfriend?! Oh no, I better check on him! He might be in danger!

*Drugfriend rushed to bedroom to go see if Sick Boyfriend was in danger*

Drugfriend: Sick Boyfriend! Are you ok- Oh no....

*Sick Boyfriend was having a panic attack*

Drugfriend: Oh crap, Sick Boyfriend! Sick Boyfriend! Calm down, It's ok, It's ok, I'm here, Please calm down!

Sick BF: *gasp* *looks at Drugfriend* D-Drugfriend…*tears up*

Drugfriend: Sick Boyfriend, what happened, I heard you scream from the living room, are you okay?!

Sick BF: I…I..*burst into tears*

Drugfriend hugged Sick Boyfriend as he started crying.

Drugfriend: Shhh there there buddy. It’s okay it’s okay, I’m here

Sick BF: *hic*I-I-I thought she- *crying*

Drugfriend: Shhh calm down buddy, it’s okay, You just had a nightmare

Sick BF: *sniff* It felt so real, I thought Lila Sky was gonna kill you for real and kill me too!

Drugfriend: Oh no you had a nightmare that Lila Sky killed me?

Sick BF: Mmm hmmph *sniff*

Drugfriend: Awww buddy, there there. It’s going be okay Alright? I’ll make sure Lila Sky doesn’t find us, so don’t worry

Sick BF: *crying* I’m just scared that Lila Sky would find us and kill us!!! I don’t wanna die Drugfriend!!!

Drugfriend: Oh no! Please don’t cry, it’s just a nightmare ok?

Drugfriend hugged Sick Boyfriend as he comfort him from the nightmare he had

*This happened from chapter 1 of the Birthday arc, deleted scene*

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Hi there, me again, if I read the rules correctlyyou said we could do a separate ask for a separate game. If I read incorrectlyplease just ignore this, if not if my first ask wasn't to much I'd love to ask for an ikerev matchup as well! I'm bi, female (she/her) sagittarius sun, virgo rising, libra moon, ENFT. I'm 5'2, chubby/curvy w/ great boobs, I have longer  brunette hair w/ peekaboo highlights (they've been every color, but currently pink), brown eyes, glasses/contacts, 7 piercings & 26 tattoos. I'm very empathetic (sometimes to a fault) and have sever anxiety and depression. It takes me awhile to warm up around new people and be myself. I often feel intimidated in big social settings, such as parties, and often use alcohol for some liquid courage to help me let loose and be me in those situations. I've suffered some emotional and mental abuse at the hands of a step parent which has left me with some trauma and triggers; people raising their voice at me or making quick movements toward me or in my direction usually result in me crying and secluding myself for awhile. Oh and I have daddy issues, thanks absent father. That said I also don't do great with authority, I hate being told what to do, and I hate being told no. I can put up with a lot of shit, but eventually it usually becomes a 'straw that broke the camels back' situation and I fly off the handle and then break down. I am also extremely generous and do all I can to help my friends and family when they need it. I have some self confidence issues from weight gain, and I usually feel my best when I'm dolled up with my makeup on and hair done, usually with a dress and heels. I'm a Ravenclaw thats hates to read, but I love learning & know tons of trivia; like I know so many random facts about so many things from history, to movies, to graveyards, and much more. I often correct people on things, which some perceive as me belittling them, but its never my intention I'm just trying to share my knowledge and trying to help them. I am very creative I love crafting; resin art, macrame, cross stich, those are just some of my favorite things to do art wise, I also enjoy coloring books. I love to laugh and think I'm pretty funny, I usually have a dark sense of humor, if you don't like humor we won't vibe together, and if you can't make me laugh we will not be a good relationship match. I like to go to the bar and do karaoke, it's one thing I've learned I'mvery good at. It took me about 2 years, but I've since learned to be confident with my singing and now its one of my favorite things to do. I drink, obviously, gin and tonic is my favorite. I also smoke, I love my hookah, and I've had my medical card for about a year and it's done wonders for my insomnia and cramps. For about 2 years I've been getting severe cramps and stomach pains, and after 5 er trips in a month they didn't find anything, its still a mystery but at least the bud helps the pain. l'm very into the witchy aesthetic; my style is either very Stevie Nicks, pinup, or 2009 emo/scene depending on the day. I collect animal skulls and bone, taxidermy, crystals, and plants; I also practice the craft & love to make spell jars for people. I love tarot and really enjoy doing it. I live for Halloween & enjoy all things macabre! My favorite show is That 70's Show and if I could live in a replica of the Forman's house that would be my dream. I am also very sex positive and rather adventurous in bed. I'm a brat and a voyeur, I'll get down with just about anything. My love language is giving and receiving gifts. I put alot of thought into holidays like Christmas, I plan months in advance to make sure I get everyone the perfect gift; but I also will sometimes see something that just reminds me of someone and have to get it for them. That is all I can think of right now to add about myself. I'd love 4 and/or 10 for the prompt part. And again thank you for doing these, I'm such a ho for them, and again I'm sorry its long.

I match you with

Edgar!

Thank you so much for requesting 🥰🥰! I’m sorry this took so long, but here it is! I hope you enjoy it ❤️! I Hope you don’t mind the sprinkle of angst in the second ask.😅

I was thinking Ray at first, but I ended up going with Mr smooth, since Ray is too predictable after Nap.

Edgar is known among the red army officers as the person who will make you feel safe, especially during your first encounters with them, before you find out they’re all dorks.  What he doesn’t expect is how at home he feels when the two of you are together. He never feels like he’s being judged when he’s around you and he lets himself go, despite the indoctrination by Claudius that he should always keep people at a distance to avoid being viewed as weak.

Not long after the two of you met, he decides to take you out along with Kyle for a drink, to help you get more accustomed to Cradle and its people. When you realize how much Kyle loves to drink, you follow suite, the two of you very quickly getting tipsy. Edgar laughs at the two of you for a bit, happy to see a new side of you as you allow yourself to grow more comfortable with them. Eventually he leads the two of you outside of the pub and arranges for a carriage to take you all back to headquarters, trying his hardest to tame the both of you.

He absolutely loves it when you sing to him, especially after a particularly hard day of work. He relaxes at the sound of your voice, often drifting off. It touches him more than he would like to admit when he finds you’re still there when he wakes up.

You are a light in his life and he wants to give back in kind, often dedicating his days off entirely to you. He loves giving you gifts, or surprising you with a romantic dinner to show his appreciation to you, for being there and understanding him.

While he doesn’t have the creativity to participate in most of your hobbies, he loves to watch you do it. The amount of passion you show for your art, the way your eyes light up when you’re working, is a picture perfect moment that he could look at for hours.

Prompt 4: Meet cute:

You couldn’t stop fidgeting as you stood outside the Red Army Headquarters, waiting for Kyle to fetch someone to help you. After you told him about burglars breaking into your house he insisted he get one of the officers to help you, despite you doubts. It was hard not to worry as you considered the prospect of having to turn to Jonah for help, knowing how hard he could be to communicate with, capable officer or not.  

When Kyle finally emerged, it wasn’t Jonah walking next to him, but a man you didn’t recognize.  

“Sorry for the wait. He’s not easy to find.” The man stood a few heads higher than you but his softer features and aura helped to make him quite welcoming. You begun to relax at his presence, wondering if he was as smooth as he seemed.

“Edgar Bright, at your service.” He offered you a gloved hand, a soft smile playing on his lips. His grip was soft but secure. He was smooth.

“Kyle filled me on the details but I’ll need a statement from you as well.” You tensed up, the idea of an interrogation being especially daunting considering you didn’t know much more than they did.

“No need to worry, it’s simply protocol. You can trust we will find whoever did this without any turbulence.” There was something very reassuring about him. Something that makes you think everything will be all right.

“Thank you.”

 The two of you left Kyle behind, retreating to Edar’s room to discuss the details of the investigation. After he poured two cups of tea he took the seat opposite you, as if the two of you were about to chat about the weather.

“Could you give me the details of what happened? It would be very helpful to hear it straight from the source.” You took a sip before starting with your statement, hoping to calm your nerves.

“I don’t know much more than you do. I was out for work most of the day and when I came back the place was a mess and many valuables were missing.” he seemed to have switched to work mode, completely focused on you.

“What time did you leave for work that day? And when did you return” he scribbled down on a piece of paper, his hand practically moving on its own.

“I left around 8 and came back around 6, I think.” When he put the pen down his attitude returned to relaxed gentleman status.

“I will start with asking the people who might have been present at the scene. I’ll get back to you once I’ve made some progress.” The conversation was over but you found it hard to leave. It didn’t feel right letting one man do the investigation on his own, despite it being his job. It was your house that had been rambled after all.

“I want to help as well. I know my way around the area, I can get in touch with some people.” His eyes widened, seemingly taken aback for the first time that day. He quickly composed himself, smiling again. You noticed something different about it now. Something in his expression told you he was more interested than before.

“I wouldn’t say no to a lady.” You smiled for the first time after the incident.

“Let’s get going then.”

 Prompt 10: Admission Of Feelings.

You continued working on the investigation for the next few weeks, the two of you growing closer by the day.

“There don’t seem to be any witnesses, but it’s unlikely no one was present. The break in happened in the middle of the day.” He rested his head on his chin, not touching the parfait sitting in front of him.

“Maybe they were there but didn’t notice anything. It’s not hard for a professional to pick a lock discreetly.” They two of you sat in silence for some time, both lost in your own theories of what happened that day.

He must have realized your worries, turning on his comfort face.

“We’ll find them. Don’t worry.” Usually you found his words comforting, but you couldn’t keep the frustration from your voice when you looked up at him.

“Realistically speaking, it’s probably not going to happen. They made a clean escape and left nothing behind. You don’t need to baby me, I can put two and two together.” Despite the harshness of your tone, you found him smiling, after the initial surprise wore off.

“You never cease to amaze me.” He opened his mouth to say something, but the words never left him, his eyes turning to the window. He was up and out of the café before you could ask what he had seen.

“What the-“when you looked in the direction of the culprit, you shot up, following after him.  

A man stood outside your door, seemingly fighting with the door. When he noticed the two of you approaching him, he dropped his bags, taking off before you could reach him.

“Stop!” Edgar run after him, his speed taking you by surprise, making it hard to catch up.

The man took a sudden turn, heading towards the narrow alleys of Central Quarter, giving you an important disadvantage in the chase.

Your legs ached and your heart was threatening to burst out of your chest. When you thought you couldn’t keep going, you rounded a corner to find Edgar, sitting on top of the man, pinning him in place. If he was tired from the chase, it didn’t show.

“I suppose I don’t need to ask if it was you who broke in a few weeks ago?” his gaze was cold and his grip was tight on the man’s shoulders.

“I- I just- I-it wasn’t me!” Edgar ignored him, turning towards you. Something flickered in his eyes, but loud footsteps coming your way didn’t let him act on whatever it was.

“The Jack? Sir, what happened? We heard the commotion and came to investigate.” A handful of Red Army soldiers stood in front of you, their eyes switching between Edgar and the man under him.  

“Take this man back to headquarters. I will interrogate him later.” Edgar pulled the man up, pinning his hands behind his back.

“Yes sir!” when the men led the thief away there was silence. Edgar’ kept his head low, not looking you in the eye as he tried to calm his breathing, the adrenaline of the chase slowly fading away. You knew you should be happy the man had been caught, but something was wrong in the atmosphere. You weren’t sure if you should speak up, or let him ride whatever it was out. He didn’t give you time to think on it, finally walking toward you. His hands were shaking when he reached out to touch your shoulders, a mixture of frustration and worry in his eyes.

“You…. Why…” you weren’t sure what to say, so you put your arms around him instead, hoping it would offer him some comfort. You stayed like that for some time, until his hands stopped shaking.

“I didn’t want you to see me like this.” His words were muffled by the fabric of your shirt. When he lifted his head again, something inside him seemed to snap.

“You shouldn’t have followed me. What if something happened? You could have gotten hurt.” He looked away, his eyes shut tight. You wondered what image was going through his head to cause him so much pain. You cupped his face, forcing him to face you.

“Edgar, look at me.” And he did. The sight of you seemed to calm him down.

“Nothing’s going to happen to me. I’m right here.” It took some time for the words to register, but when they did his face moved closer to you. You encouraged him, pulling him closer, your lips connected in a brief kiss. When he pulled away he took a step back, as if scared he had hurt you.

“I-I’m sorry.” You moved closer, smiling up at him.

“There’s nothing to apologize for. Except maybe pulling away.” You laughed. When he realized you might feel the same way he took your hands in his.

“You’re an amazing woman.” He paused to gather his breath before meeting your gaze again.

“If the thought wouldn’t be appalling, could I see more of you, outside of work?” you couldn’t keep the laughter inside.

“Appalling? Edgar, do you think I would kiss someone I find appalling?” you pulled him back in, hoping to get your point across.

“I’ll never get enough of this.” His smile was brighter than you’d ever seen it.

“I’ll hold you to that. Because we’re just getting started.” The moon was bright above you as you laughed, your happiness overflowing.

[caracalfeather]

WARNING- Cats and Birds is a mob AU fanfiction of the Arcana game, and is not meant for young audiences and is not meant to offend anyone. Some writing choices were made so characters are out of their canon way of acting and thinking. Please do not be offended by character choices made by the authors and content creators, this story was made for fun and in the way we wanted it to be. The story was not hijacked by any of the authors to make any ships or characters overshadow any other. All content contained in this story has been agreed upon and accepted by all parties in it’s creation.

TW- Cats and Birds contains scenes that may not be suitable with some readers, including themes of violence, smoking/drug use, sex, cursing and various other strong themes. Special warnings for scenes will be posted with chapters. Proceed with caution and Reader’s discretion is advised.

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Julian tried to focus on Rose and on the movie. But oh god it was so hard too, there were old suppressed memories trying to resurface and Julian COULD NOT let them. He poured himself a glass of whiskey, more than what he usually drank and he tossed it down his throat like a shot of tequila. He grunted and then sighed as the liquid stung his throat.

“Jesus christ Amor.” Rose looked up at him and sat up “That was a lot more than usual. You don't usually shoot whiskey.” She put down her glass and slid close, almost in his lap “Are you sure you're okay? Did something happen during the mission?”

“I’m fine Rose just….tired.” He picked up the bottle and stood up, “I’m...going to bed.” He walked out of her room and to his own, which...hadn’t happened in….well a year. But Julian didn’t really care, not now anyways.

Rose watched him leave, her heart sinking slightly. Had she done something wrong? It was possible…. It was probably her fault. With a heavy sigh she turned the movie off and put on the news, taking the bottle of whiskey and draining it before the commercial break and eventually passing out on the couch in a pile of blankets and self doubt. Eventually One of the Capos Vice, woke her up, helping her clean up.

Julian slammed the door to his room, and flopped on the bed, the dresser across from him almost beckoning him. He growled and turned over, his eyes wandering over to that bottom drawer, he looked down at the bottle of wine he carried with him.

“I can hear your gasp of horror.” He sighed, “If you saw what shit i was drinking tonight you’d smack me square in the face…” he took a swig, “but it keeps me from remembering you...even if you are turning in your grave..” he stared at that drawer again, it was calling to him. He flipped it off, clearly drunk, “Fuck offfffff….I have a good life now.” He drained the bottle and blacked out in his bed, not even bothering to change.

Plume was the one who found him later that night, dropping his bag on the floor and dragging him to the shower, putting him in and blasting him with ice cold water “Despierta idiota. I don't know how the hell you drained that bottle alone.”

He jerked awake coughing and gasping for air. “PLUME! THE HELL?!” He shouted through his coughing fit, rolling onto the floor with a thud, groaning in pain, he was hungover as all shit. “We're celebrating a mission gone right...I assume Rose told you…”

“No actually. I heard from witnesses.” Plume through a towel onto him “Rose left for the night. I assume she went to the red district to drown sorrows with a stripper or a bottle of vodka.” he leaned against the sink cabinet, his golden eyes showing their usual look of anger.

“Ahhhhhhhhfuck…” he moaned, standing up and rubbing his auburn hair dry, “I’ll go get her if that’s what you're suggesting.”

“No. Im wondering what the fuck you did to her. It's been months since she’s done that.” He huffed and walked into the bedroom “You aren't leaving the den.”

Julian scoffed, “fine...so be it.” He threw off his shirt and searched his closet for a new one. “We just saw a dog yesterday thats all…” he called from the closet rummaging around for a clean jacket.

Plume rolled his eyes “A dog doesn't cause emotional stress to our boss idiot.” He sat on the bed and tied up his hair “There was an empty whiskey bottle and cigarette box on the couch. She was pretty drunk when she left it’d looked like.

“Well what else do you want me to say Plume?” He shrugged, running a hand through his hair. “I thought I recognized the dog and it threw me off for a while, THAT’S IT.” He appeared from the closet with fresh clothes on throwing his hands out in a dramatic way.

“Jesus christ. And did you tell her that it threw you off or did you just leave her so you could drink alone?” He stood and walked to the door “Because I think she blames herself for the mess you're making of yourself.”

“Ah shit..” he sighed, leaning against the closet entrance, “well...no I didn't tell her. Are you sure you still want me to stay here? Because the sooner I don’t cause anymore emotional messes, the sooner we can have our Queen back.”

“...Take the car. Naga has the keys. Make sure to check the Raven.” He tossed the keys over and grumbled “She’d only listen to you anyways.”

Julian was out the door in a hurry and sped to the Raven, throwing open the doors and frantically searching for his love. The sooner he fixes this...the sooner he can move on and forget the years and years of suppressed feelings.

Rose was in her usual booth at the bar, nursing a glass of tequila and groaning to herself. Her knuckles were bruised from punching a wall and she was extremely drunk.

“I know you don't want to see me right now.” He started to say, “but...I do owe you an explanation as to why I left with that….horribly flat tasting wine.” He sat in front of her, almost expecting her to react violently towards him.

She rolled her eyes, dowing the drink with a growl “Fuck off ilya. I don't know what i did but clearly you don't trust me enough to say so.” She stood, wrapping herself in her leather jacket and starting towards the door.

“Wait! Please just...hold on a second.” He grabbed her arm, “It’s just the dog that’s all..I thought I recognized it from...somewhere and it threw me off. It has nothing to do with you.”

She laughed, lacing it with slight drunken malice “Oh bull shit ilya. Let me go…” She stumbled back, leaning against him and growling “Damn alcohol.”

Julian rolled his eyes with a huff and in one smooth motion he picked Rose up bridal style and left the bar. “We’re going home..I’ll send Plume for your car later.”

“Fuuck you…” She slurred, leaning into his chest. He was so warm, it was almost impossible not to be soothed by his touch and scent “Fucking ditched me...son of a bitch…” She wiggled in his grasp until giving into her numb thoughts.

“Curse me out all you want, you’re not changing my mind.” He set her in the car and started to drive. An awkward silence filling the space as Julian hoped Rose would drop the topic so they could move on with life.

Rose was quiet on the way home, looking out the window as she got home. Plume made Julian put her to bed so he could get the car. Rose leaned into Julian as they got to the mattress, her eyes were dull.

“Sleep love.” He crooned, pulling a blanket over her, he kissed her forehead. “The Den needs their Cat.”

The alcohol was starting to take over her brain as she whispered “Don't call me that… you don't love me….” she was passed out in minutes.

“I love you more than there are stars in the sky…” he whispered into her ear before her lids closed. Julian returned to his room, the drawer still calling out to him. With a hard sigh he pulled out his knife and pulled back the comforter on his bed. On the left side of the mattress there was a gash in the bed sloppily sewn together in bright red thread. With one swipe of the knife Julian cut the threads and stuck his hand in the opening. He spent a few minutes searching before his fingers graced the surface of something cool and metal. He pulled it out and there it was...a key.

He walked over to the dresser and knelt down, staring the locked bottom drawer in the face. He hesitated for a moment before unlocking the drawer. Inside its wooden interior was a single magazine.

VOGUE

“The Loveliest Face in France says ‘Fantastic!’ To Jean Romeo’s latest rendition of ‘Cinderella; The Ballet’’