#cmon shelby!!

[glowsticcc]

nature wives canon in shelby’s finale like to charge reblog to cast

[midnighticee]

HOW IN THE HELL DID I GET A SHIN SPLINT WHEN IVE BARELY MOVED ON FROM PHYSICAL THERAPY STRETCHES

[reiwanwan]

A warm place for goodbyes

Summary: Hazel Shelby thought she had left chaos behind when she moved to London, but an unexpected connection with Alfie Solomons challenges everything she thought she wanted

part 3

content warning: none

1922

I stood in front of the mirror, smoothing down the soft fabric of my dress. It wasn’t anything extravagant—just a simple, dark green piece that hugged my figure—but I couldn’t help fussing over it. I tucked a stray strand of hair behind my ear, only to pull it loose again a moment later.

“You look fine,” Ada’s voice came from the doorway, making me jump.

I turned to see her leaning against the frame, arms crossed, her eyes fixed on me with a look I couldn’t quite read.

“Fine?” I teased, raising an eyebrow. “I was going for stunning.”

Ada smirked, stepping into the room. “You’re stunning, alright. That’s not the part I’m worried about.”

I sighed, brushing my hands over the dress again. “I know, Ada. You’ve made it painfully clear how you feel about this.”

She walked over and started fixing the loose strands of my hair, her fingers surprisingly gentle. “I’m just saying… be careful, Hazel. Alfie Solomons is charming, I’ll give him that. But charm can be dangerous.”

“I will,” I said softly, meeting her gaze in the mirror. “I promise.”

She stepped back, eyeing me one last time before shaking her head. “Alright. Go knock him dead. Just… not literally, yeah?”

I laughed, shaking my head. “I’ll do my best.”

From her upstairs window, Ada watched as I stepped outside, and I could feel her gaze staring down on me even as I walked down the steps. Alfie was waiting by the car, his coat draped over his broad shoulders. When he saw me, his expression softened in a way that made my stomach flip.

“Fuck me…you look lovely,” he said, his voice warm as he opened the car door for me. “Cmon in you go then”.

“Thank you,” I replied, feeling a blush creep up my cheeks. “You’re not so bad yourself.”

He chuckled, closing the door behind me before getting in. “Right, off we go,” he told the driver.

“And where exactly are we going?” I asked, glancing at him.

“You’ll see,” he said, a mischievous glint in his eye. “Patience, love.”

The car ride wasn’t long, but my curiosity grew with every passing minute. When we finally arrived, Alfie stepped out first, offering me his hand as I climbed out.

“Alfie,” I breathed, taking in the grand chandeliers and elegant décor of the restaurant we were walking into. “You said this wasn’t going to be fancy.”

He smirked, his hand still on mine. “If you think this is fancy, love, you need to raise your standards.”

I laughed, shaking my head as we were led to our table. The evening passed comfortably, with Alfie’s sharp wit keeping me laughing and his stories holding my attention. For the first time in a long while, I felt like I could relax.

The slow music played as the chatter of many other people filled the place and at one point, I leaned forward, resting my chin on my hand. “So, Alfie, what is it that you actually do?”

He leaned back in his chair, his expression perfectly serious. “I make bread.”

I blinked, caught off guard. “You… make bread?”

“Yeah,” he said, nodding. “At a bakery. Best in Camden.”

I narrowed my eyes, a smile tugging at my lips. “You’re joking.”

“Am I?” he replied, deadpan. “Tell you what, come by tomorrow, and I’ll show you the place. If you’re free, that is.”

I laughed, shaking my head. “I’ll think about it.”

“And what about you?” he asked, shifting the conversation. “What is it you want to do, Hazel Shelby?”

The question caught me off guard. I hesitated before answering. “Well…I’ve always wanted to be a teacher.”

“A teacher,” he repeated, nodding thoughtfully. “That suits you. Smart, patient, good with people. You’d be brilliant at it.”

I felt warmth spread through my chest at his words. “You think so?”

“I know so,” he said, his tone firm. “Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.”

The conversation between us was amazing. Although I slowly realised that Alfie was a chatterbox and often times he would change the topic and talk about something completely different from what we were initially talking about. Actually… scratch that, not often times, always. I had trouble catching up with what we’re talking about at the moment but either way, I just loved hearing his heavy cockney accent and his unnecessary use of curse words in his sentences.

I promise I was actually listening to him talking shit about tommy, the food being a bunch of expensive rubbish, and about the guy that made him mad last week or something like that.

The evening passed in a whirlwind of conversation and laughter, and before I knew it, Alfie was walking me to my door. The street was quiet, save for the soft hum of the occasional car in the distance.

“Here we are,” he said, his voice low as he offered me his hand to help me up the steps.

“Thank you,” I said softly, pausing at the door. My fingers lingered on the handle, but I didn’t open it right away. Instead, I turned back to face him.

“Goodnight, Alfie,” I said, a small smile tugging at my lips. On impulse, I leaned forward and pressed a quick kiss to his cheek, the roughness of his beard brushing against my skin.

Before I could pull away completely, he caught my wrist, his grip firm but gentle. “Oi,” he said, his voice soft but insistent. “C’mere.”

I blinked, my heart skipping a beat as he pulled me just a step closer. “What?” I asked, trying to stifle my giggles.

“A proper kiss, love,” he said, his eyes locking onto mine. “None of that yeah?.”

I hesitated for only a moment before leaning in again, this time meeting his lips with mine. The kiss was slow, patient, and warm in a way that made my chest tighten and left my head slightly spinning.

When we finally broke apart, his hand lingered at my waist for just a second longer than necessary. “Goodnight, Hazel,” he murmured, his voice rough but tender.

“Goodnight, Alfie,” I whispered, slipping inside and closing the door behind me.

I leaned against the door and tried to catch my breath and smiling so sheepishly to myself and giggled like a school girl.

“So how was it?”

I jumped, my head snapping up to see Ada standing in the doorway, her arms crossed and a smirk playing on her lips.

“You saw?” I asked, my cheeks flushing.

She raised an eyebrow. “The whole bloody thing. Couldn’t exactly miss it, could I? You were right there on the steps.” I could tell she was annoyed and slightly cringed out by my excitement.

I groaned, burying my face in my hands. “Ada…”

She laughed softly, shaking her head. “Relax. I’m not going to give you a lecture. Just… be careful, alright?”

I nodded, meeting her gaze. “I will. I think I’ve heard you say that for the 10th time since the day I told you”

“Good,” she said, turning back toward the living room. “Because if he breaks your heart, I’ll have to shoot his bloody legs. And that’s a mess I’d rather avoid, you remember when we would play with dad’s pistol and shoot rats don’t ya? have I ever missed?” she asks and I scoffed and shake my head, “nope, no you never did Ada”. “Exactly” she says and goes into the other room to check on Karl.

I couldn’t help but laugh as I made my way upstairs, Ada’s words echoing in my mind. As I lay in bed that night, I replayed the kiss over and over again, a smile tugging at my lips.

@weepingdreammarvel

[shelbyattentionseekingwhore]

Shelby is pathetic

Cmon @shelbygraces show the bite marks. attention seeking pathetic girl. im disgusted by being a girl cause of u.

[erwoes]

Witchcraft smp members, and who I think their godly parent is!

(This isn’t the Pjo universe per se, but the mist still exists!)

——————————————————

Scott

- take a wild guess.

- you’re right!

- it’s Hades :)

- he’s like Nico, but not as powerful

Eloise

- Dionysus!

- i think it’d be cool if the god of wine has a child with illusion powers

- i like to think that El has illusion powers because Dionysus was drunk while conceiving her

- ANYWAYS!

- they’re both troublemakers

- and i think it’s cute

Pris

- cmon i mean,

- water witch

- water god??

- nothing else i need to add

Shelby

- along with Pris and Scott,

- i think Shelby has a godly parent that really matches up with her powers

- Zeus!

- Shelby can make it rain, jump super high and float down without getting hurt, and can shoot lightning from the sky!

- it just makes sense she’s a child of Zeus

- Shelby also reminds me of a cloud

Tiff

- i don’t really think a godly parent suits Tiff

- personally, i think she’d just be a really powerful nature nymph

- good on her

- she doesn’t need a godly parent to be a powerful witch!

- she’s a powerful nymph!

Joey

- Zeus!

- Joey was most definitely the result of a random Zeus fling

- he just wants to prove to Hera he can be a good son

- unfortunately for him, this is Hera we’re talking about

- although, i’m leaning towards the fact he could also be a child of Ares

- Joey definitely has the personality for it

- (tell me what you think :D)

Cleo

- i think a lot of us would agree that Cleo would make a great Supreme Witch

- on that note,

- Athena!

- they’re both natural leaders

- i mean, you also probably gotta be smart to figure out how to control time

Lauren

- if i’m being honest,

- i don’t think Lauren would have a godly parent!

- while everyone else was born with powers in the wcsmp, Lauren unfortunately wasn’t

- i think she’d be a mortal that can see through the mist!

- a very badass mortal at that

- or maybe she’s a mortal that was blessed by the gods with the powers of a demigod?

- who knows!

- it’s Lauren

[minusgangtime]

“This isn’t you! Your not a jerk!”

*sparkle*

(“S-Shelby? Is that you? I’m-I’m so sorry..when I lost my color I forgot who I was..I’m so sorry..can you forgive me?..”)

“I already have,cmon,let’s go help the others!”

(Bringing back the color in thier hearts.~)

-mod Shelby

(Hippie lady came home :>)

[georgeeehd]

yeah it’s already being brushed off with she didn’t name Wilbur why would it be him 🙄 like fuck off are we still all pretending they didn’t date last year, he doesn’t have a history of biting people, he was on tour majority of last year, she was constantly flying to his place, and he continually spoke about moving to LA, his friends were unfollowing him after spending NYE with shelby, and she has him blocked? how much clearer can it be.

I don’t expect people to be making threads on wilbur soot abuser!!!! because obviously she hasn’t named him directly, but don’t pull the wool over your eyes just because you can. I hate this learned ignorance so they can continue thirsting over that oversized sickly victorian boy 🤦‍♀️

quite literally we dont have to make a callout post but cmon girls lets have some class

[asterssunzephyr]

TP&TS!Nature Wives angst, maybe? 👀👀👀

THERES SO MUCH I COULD GIVE YOU OH MY GOD?? They are the main couple after all(..One of the only ones, actually. Looking at Desert Duo & ShadowBeans being split up bc one is dead.. then looks at NW & FH.. hm..)

CW: Alcohol, Bars

Implied gay thoughts about your best friend's best friend

Implied Flower Husbands

Implied Bisexual Ren

Implied Gay Thoughts™️ about tp&ts!Gem from tp&ts!Shelby

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"You hurt Jimmy, why are you in my house."

"To talk to you-"

"Talk?! What is there to talk about, Shelby?!"

"A lot! I didnt- I didnt mean to hurt him!"

"Then why did you?!"

"I dont know!"

"Bullshit! Get out of my house. Get out, and dont return."

"But-"

"Out. and give me the key back."

"Sweetheart-"

"Dont. You dont get to call me that anymore, leave."

He stared at her, at the way she still looked so ethereal while pissed at him, but gave the key up with a sigh. They had no right to stay here, not at 2 in the morning when Katherine probably just got back from the heroes base after working with Gem all night.

Okay, she didnt know if that last part was true but from how tense and stressed Katherine looked, Shelby assumed!.. They walked to the door and took one last look at the love of their life, friend, enemy her and left.

That night was spent in the closest bar to Katherines house since she didnt want to go half way across town to the small apartment in Boatem.

"What are you doing this far across town."

They shot their eyes up to the person who slid into the booth across from them. Brown eyes and blonde hair; Jimmy. Why was he in this bar?

"..I wanted to talk to Kat, she didnt wanna hear it. Didnt want to walk all the way back to Boatem at 2 am."

A sip of the liquor in the glass and Shelby finally looked the taller in the eyes.

"I get that," A sip from his own glass, "Scott dragged Gem and I here."

"Gem's here?"

"She is."

Shelby looked for the hint of a lie, but knew better. Jimmy would never lie about Gem's location, not when he cared about her like he does.

"Shelby!"

Another voice, and an arm around her shoulder. Scott, and Gem sliding into the booth on the other side next to Jimmy.

Now, Shelby knew 3 things about themself and their feelings:

1. They're hopelessly in love with Katherine

2. They liked women, and honestly women only

3. Feelings are confusing

One thing he didnt know, however, was to stop staring at Gem who currently looked outright beautiful. Now, she is one to lie quite often, but if shes calling someone beautiful, it's because she means it; well, gods be damned does Shelby mean it.

Apparently, Gem hasn't noticed the staring to they quickly focused on their hands and the drink in it before downing the rest of the glass and calling for another.

See, for a long time, Shelby's known about their feelings for women and how its nothing how Ren felt for women, or men. She's always struggled with feelings, and for a long time coming to terms with being asexual was a lot; dont get the poor guy wrong, hes hopelessly in love with Katherine and knows it, but goddamn does Gem look great.

-

He focused back in on the conversation when his 2nd, 3rd, fourth drink arrived and took a slow sip out of the glass. Just now, had Shelby realized, Katherine was there and glaring daggers from the end of the table. They made eye contact and Shelby knew she was in trouble, apparently so did Scott with how fast he moved to let Katherine take his place next to the short villain friend.

"How many have you had."

"Uh-"

"She's had four."

"You were keeping track?!"

"I have to drive Scott and Gem home, of course I have. Weve been here for two hours, Shelby."

"Two hours?!"

Shelby winced at Katherine basically yelling next to them. Yep, big trouble.

"Thats it, come on."

"Where are we going?"

"My house, so you can sober up and sleep."

"Im not drunk!"

"Do I look like I care?"

"Well- No, but-"

"No. Cmon."

Shelby stumbled out of the booth as Katherine dragged them and he waved bye to the trio who just waved back; Scott with a "knowing" smirk.

-

"Are you fucking stupid?!"

"What?"

"Going to a bar, alone, at two in morning?!"

"Like going to boatem wouldve been any better?"

"Not-.. Not what Im saying."

"I just needed to clear my head, Katherine."

"If you wouldve said something-"

"You wouldnt let me! You were so pissed off at me that you wouldnt let me speak!"

"So were both in the wrong!"

"What have I done?!"

"GO TO A BAR, ALONE."

"AND?"

"Gods be damned youre an idiot."

"I tried to talk to you! You wouldnt let me!"

"Then you shouldve told me to shut up!"

"And risk being punched in the face?! Look, Its happened once before and I dont take too kindly to having a busted lip!"

Katherine rolled her eyes and threw a hoodie, a yellow one, at them and stormed off. Shelby simply took this as a sign to go take a shower before Katherine sends her back outside.

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They both go to sleep angry that morning:). Gem, and Scott, wake up with hangovers btw LMFAO

[sootwilb]

okay the first couple of paragraphs of my previous ask didn't go through for some reason but. I too wanted to say how her heavily implying that wilbur shouldn't come back if he's truly sorry is just so??? like what do you want him to do then after he gets better? forget about all his dreams and suffers forever because of the things he did some time ago and which he clearly regrets? like cmon, you can't call this man unapologetic, he's said so many times not to idolize him, he's talked about how he wasn't a good person so much, how about we shouldn't view him as a role model, and there's so many self-deprecating shit in his songs. he clearly realizes that the things that he's done are wrong and he's been going to therapy for a long time now, he's talked about it way before this all happened. I think those are pretty much signs that he's willing to change.

it probably stems from her believing that he's not gonna, and that he's still "dangerous" which is still weird. because how does she know that? and deeming him as somebody who's not going to do it just because she doesn't see those changes fast enough is just straight up wrong. change is a long process and it's a difficult process, it takes it's time and it's really easy to spiral down all over again— and this applies to everyone— but even if it happens it doesn't mean that the person is not trying or that they're bad, that they're dangerous and you need to take everything away from them as a punishment. what the person needs in this situation is time and a support system, and not an ex who will be going around the internet telling everyone how you "lived in filth". like that's the thing that genuinely pisses me off the most, because you can't even say that it was important to the story to tell how she cleaned up for him. just saying that 'yeah, it was dirty' would be more than enough.

also again if he was oh so dangerous, why were people still be friends with him? I'm not denying possibilities of negative experiences, but why are there people who have been friends with him for ages? like phil is my main factor of doubt, because he out of all people would notice if something was wrong, idk generally speaking. also as far as I'm aware he's quick to unfollow people in these situations, and he still follows wil on twitter and insta, so as long as it stays this way I'm relatively at peace

If shelby had never said anything all the people who have spoken up against him especially people like ranboo would have continued to be friends with him and continued to associate with him. They would have continued to act like nothing was wrong. So either nothing happened and its all exaggerated and they're just doing this because it's goodfor they're careers or they where completely fine to cover for wilbur until such a time that they where able to profit out of not covering for him. Either way they're not good friends.

And the whole "he should never come back" thing, nobody should have the power to say wheather someone can or cannot use the internet, and she has all the power here and yes getting better takes time, it could take him years but shelby clearly isnt accepting years she wants it now but that's not how it works. I truly hope he has a support system no matter how small.

[pacifymebby]

t r o u b l e / chapter thirteen

Chapter list

Sonya

I started regretting my decision to go with Bonnie almost immediately, my stomach twisting with a growing discomfort as I followed him through the meadow towards the very edge of my brothers land.

I could see a small collection of caravans parked at the edge of the field next to a dirty track country lane. One of those thin winding lanes which snaked through the midlands and sewed all the little towns and villages together, made us look like a patchwork quilt from above.

"Why are you so close to the road?" I asked, my voice betraying my nerves, my uncertainty. My conviction that perhaps this had all been a mistake, that I'd been naive again, too trusting. That my brother had made a mistake in trusting the Golds...

"Cause," he shrugged, "it's good if the Italians know the house is watched, might make em think twice about any..." he trailed off, a look of uncertainty flickering in his own eyes as he shoved his hands back in his pockets and shrugged his shoulders.

"Any what?" I asked but he just flashed me a smile and shrugged his shoulders again.

"Cmon lass get a shift on eh I can smell me dads cookin," he said reaching for my arm, his hand resting on my lower back as he fell into step beside me.

But there were more men that just his dad hanging around that field and the closer we got the more uncomfortable I began to feel. It wasn't just that I looked like I'd been bawling my eyes out that had me feeling self concious, it was that I knew I would stick out like a sore thumb amid the gang of travellers Bonnie was walking me towards.

"Ah," said a man, his voice husky and melodic, all wind through the willows sort of hush. When he stood he smiled, at me and then, only when his gaze had held mine with a knowing kind of glow, did he look to Bonnie. "So this is the little lass my Bonnie's risking his life to keep safe eh?"

"Da!" groaned Bonnie then, his cheeks flushing a pale shade of pink, "ignore him lass am glad to do it... Really..." he said looking back at me trying to smile through his embarrassment, but his dad only laughed.

"Come on Bonnie boy, it was just a joke, I'm sure they still have those in London... Don't you lass, still have time for a wee laugh down south eh?" he asked me, my own humiliation catching me off guard as my cheeks warmed through and my mouth opened with nothing to say.

There was a second of silence before he carried on as if I had said something, smile relentless just like his son's.

"See," he grinned pushing his long whispy hair from his face, taking a hairband to scrunch it into a little bun at the nape of his neck. "Now, which ones this? The wannabe drug dealer or..."

"Da!" hissed Bonnie but it was me who really cut him off.

"You know about Sylvie?" I asked without thinking, giving my twin away in my sudden panic, but Bonnie's dad saw my concern and shook his head.

"I know about that miss, your brother Thomas does not..." he said, winking at me in a way that did little sooth my nerves. "Sylvia's secrets are safe with me... Though you might tell her to be a little more careful if she intends to carry on shifting gear on Solomons streets eh?"

"Gonna leave her be now da?" cut in Bonnie, his teeth gritted though he was trying his best to keep his soft smile for me. He hadn't forgotten the tears I'd been crying only fifteen minutes earlier and he wasn't sure how fragile I still was. He kept glancing at me, checking me over, like he thought this polite smile was an act, like he thought that any second now I would crumble all over again. That one wrong word from his wind up merchant father would see me inconsolable once again.

"A little joke," smiled his dad raising his hands in innocence, "the little Shelby knows I don't mean any harm by it..."

"Aye well," grumbled Bonnie, "she's only away here because she needed a little bit of peace... Hows she gonna get that with you teasin her all the time eh?"

"Alright," chuckled his dad, "Alright, no more teasin, alright... Its lovely to meet you young lady, the names Aberama... You make sure you don't go putting yourself in harms way eh? My boys got a big fight comin up the week, wouldn't want to see him battered and bruised before he's set foot in the... "

"Da!" groaned Bonnie again, pinching the bridge of his nose, eyes closed as he muttered something blasphemous under his breath.

Still, his fathers smile didnt falter and neither did Bonnie's, his still lingering when he'd nodded for me to follow him and he'd hidden his face in his hands, rubbed his palms over his red cheeks and turned to me with another apology.

"Am sorry lass he doesn't mean any harm by it..." he said shaking his head, "just doesn't know when to stop..."

"Its fine," I said softly, hugging my arms around myself as I walked in step with him towards the vardo I presumed belonged to him and his father. "You're a boxer?" I asked a little awkwardly, turning back over my shoulder to watch Aberama crouched over the open campfire. He was cooking something and Bonnie had been right about the smell. It did smell lovely.

"Oh yeah..." he said, his smile growing then, any kind of self consciousness from before dissipating as he made two fists and boxed the air in front of me with a cheeky little grin, "but don't worry about what me da said," he added, "I could go into that ring battered and blue an still knock out a horse," he said before adding quickly, smile a little sheepish, "not that I'd want to knock out a horse..."

I couldn't help but smile at that, at the sweet way he winced at his own thoughtless remark.

"That why my brothers got you lookin after me?" I asked my own smile self concious because I knew I must have looked a sorry state. There were still tears in my eyes and my voice still carried that sad thickness to it having been wasted crying for so long.

He sucked in his cheek for a moment looking up at the trees the other side of the dirt track road, and then he shrugged.

"Maybe aye," he said brushing the comment off too easily. As if for a moment he'd considered where he could or should tell me something else.

I had heard a little about the Golds over the years. And from what I'd heard I certainly hadn't been able to match the rumours up to the cheeky but seemingly harmless lad stood in front of me. So it was the rumours which made me wary.

"So.." he said distracting himself from the trees by turning back to me, "you wanna come in? It's not as big as your brothers place mind... I hope you're not claustrophobic," he said jumping up onto the step and reaching his hand down to me. He waited for me to take it and though for a second I hesitated, when I felt his fingers close around mine I settled a little. One final glance back over my shoulder at his father before I let him help me step up onto the 'porch' and inside.

"Oh," I breathed when I stopped just behind him, just over the threshold of the little caravan, "its gorgeous..." it wasn't that I hadn't expected such a pretty wagon to be beautiful outside and in, if was that I'd not set foot in a romani vardo as quaint or traditional as this one since I was a very small girl.

My mam and dad had given up on tradition when they'd found themselves with more wains than they could count on one hand and nowhere to put us all.

No, the first three years of my life had been spent crammed into a four berth bessacarr cameo that was only really big enough for mam, dad, finn, Sylvie and me, and only because the three of us bairns were so tiny. Once we'd started to grow a little mam had been forced to accept the reality of our situation. With no money for anymore beds, we had had to settle in Birmingham where dad and our older brothers could find work.

The only time I'd seen a vardo as pretty as this one was when we'd joined other travelling families or stopped for the fairs.

"Its small," he said taking two cups from hooks above a little sink, "sit down though lass, wherever you like, make yourself at home petal," he said only realising the affection in his words when it was already too late, saying nothing just glaring at his hands fumbling with two china cups as I stood just behind him blushing.

So Bonnie's little home took my breath away.

"Thanks," I said settling on the edge of a cushioned pew which ran along the opposite wall and was draped with green blankets.

"You want tea?" he asked flicking a kettle on, the buzz as it began to boil surprising me.

"Uh, um... Yes... Please," I managed though I couldn't hide my shock and he couldn't help but grin and shake his head.

"We're not living in the dark ages sweetheart, just think theres some traditions pretty enough to hold onto eh..."

"It is really pretty," I admitted flinching again when the door opened and someone poked there head in to say hello.

"Bon your da's askin if you're eatin with us or if you're... Oh," the girl who'd poked her head around the corner like a little sprite met my curious eyes with curious sparkling eyes of her own. "You're the ballerina! The famous girl our Bonnie..."

"Ahh geez peace Floss," Bonnie groaned turning on her with a broad smile, stopping her in the doorway before she could come in and get a closer look as if I was some museum exhibit, some curiosity on display.

She was watching me with one of those clever smiles and I was sure she was making her judgements of me as her eyes trailed over my strange little outfit and my red rimmed eyes, but she didn't say a word, giggling at Bonnie's rosy cheeks.

"When did you get here anyway thought you were meant to be stayin with our Esme?" said Bonnie leaning against the door one hand above his head, the sleeve of his tshirt falling up to his shoulder to reveal those lean but muscular arms. I wasn't sure why I hadn't worked it out before, but of course he was a boxer. With a light but toned frame like that he couldn't possibly have been anything else.

"Da said I could stay here 's'long as I stay outa trouble like..."

"Aye well titch, stay outa it then," he grinned ruffling her hair and closing the door on her, returning his attention to the two cups of tea he'd been making before she'd arrived.

"Me cousin," he said, "have to watch out for her, shes a wee rotter... Thinks she's one of the lads all the trouble she causes," he said shaking his head though his smile remained fond as he sat down at the opposite end of the pew and pulled his knees up to his chest.

I didn't know what to say to him. The longer I'd been sitting there, knowing that the girl had tried to get in to steal a peak at me, the more aware of my differences I was becoming. The more aware that despite my roots, I didn't really belong on that little vardo, or at their camp at all.

"Sorry though," he said holding his mug in both hands, leaning over so that the steam from his drink tickled his nose and made it scrunch like a rabbits, "brought you here so as y'could do your cryin in peace but all I've given yous an audience..."

"No really," I said with a small smile, blushing because it wasn't his fault his day was being disturbed like this, it was mine, "thanks for havin me, its cosy in here, I like it..."

"Aye," he said with a small smile, his eyes a little distant then as he blew on the steam from his tea, "its pretty for a little while ain't it.."

"What's that sposed to mean?" I asked looking around at the confined but homely space, it had such a natural feel to it, the wy the bed and the seats were all built into the frame, that it felt like the vardo was holding you. You weren't just sitting inside it, it had been built just for you. It felt like more of a sanctuary than anywhere I'd ever been before. It was hard to believe you could ever get fed up with it.

"Nothin lass," he said with a half hearted chuckle that didnt meet his eyes and told me he really was tiring of the place, "i just mean its hardly what you're used to is it..."

"No," I said, looking up at him from under my lashes, "do you think thats why I like it so much?"

"Actually I reckon you're just bein polite, hardly your brothers country estate is it, an a reckon that flat in London you've gots pretty posh too eh?"

"Yeah," I said, a whistful glimmer of a smile on my lips as my heart fell at the mention of london and all that I'd left behind, "but I'm not just being polite," I added quickly, "this really is lovely..."

"Well," he said, "I know which I'd choose every time..." he said and from the distantce in his eyes I realised he meant my brothers estate. It didn't sit right with me, dissapointed me a little though I shouldn't have been surprised.

If Bonnie was a blinder then of course he had to share the same driving force that all my brother's lads shared. That desire to have more, to be more. To be something bigger and better than everyone else. Of course I couldn't criticise them, I shared it too.

"If you're really as close to Tommy as I assume you must be for him to trust you with his 'baby' sister..." i said rolling my eyes at the words, "then you know as well as I do that house isn't worth any of it..."

"You think?" he asked shooting me a cheeky little smile so that I couldn't tell whether I was being teased or not.

"I know." I said a little more certainly than before, a flash of anger in my eyes which must have taken him by surprise because when he caught it his grin faltered and his eyes darted away so as to avoid wounding.

He looked down into his tea, fingers tapping the sides of the mug as he raised it to his lips. I had the feeling he was drinking to bide his time, to let him think of something clever to say. But when he swallowed and looked at me again he was earnest and his brown eyes had an essence of muddy water, all rain soaked into soil. So i knew when he spoke that he was being honest. That he wasn't teasing me at all, that he hadn't meant to upset me either.

"Nah," he shook his head, "ain't gonna make my money like that," he said, "gonna earn it aren't I, in the ring like..."

"Yeah?" I asked my smile widening at his apparent sweetness, something almost naive about his belief that you could earn my brother's life honestly, "that why you're working for Tommy eh? Or is this just a hobbie for you? Like killin people in your free time?" he saw the teasing flash of light in my eyes and though he smiled too, a little caught out, scratching the back of his neck as he chuckled and then shook his head slowly, I could tell I'd wounded him and I felt guilty. I wasn't sure I'd really meant to do that. I hadn't wanted to wipe the smile off his lips the way that I had.

"Aye, well..." he said shrugging his shoulders, taking another sip of his tea, "you know what they say... If you want somethin enough..."

"You'll slit some poor lads throat for it?"

I'd shocked myself, my cheeks flushing scarlet the second I heard the words leaving my lips. Now I knew for certain I hadn't meant to say that. Hadn't meant to be so cutting and unforgiving when actually I knew better than most exactly how Bonnie felt. I'd have done anything to put myself on that opera house stage and it was the only reason I'd almost made it.

But Bonnie didn't look hurt this time, he didn't look annoyed either. Instead he laughed, a louder laugh than before, one which came from the chest and really lingered. His grin remained even after he'd stopped shaking with amusement. I almost felt proud of myself for amusing him so much.

"You make me sound like some psycho," he chuckled standing up and returning his mug to the sink.

"Think thats my brother."

I looked down into my own cup, I'd barely taken a sip and suddenly I felt a little self concious. He turned around leaning with his palms on the counter, his soft eyes watching me. He looked like he was waiting for something but I wasn't sure what.

"So," he said, the smile on his lips still tugging at his dimple making me question whether he was really about to ask something serious of me or not. "You think you might like to apologise to me now eh Miss Gray?"

His use of my aunt Pollys name startled me and when he saw my eyes widen he grinned a little wider.

"Us 'pikeys' do have phones y'know lass, I'm not completely disconnected from the rest of the world..." he said mocking me, making me blush, making me stutter when I opened my mouth to speak so that my lips remained parted on the edge of saying absolutely nothing at all. And the sight of me looking up at him like that almost made him forget the joke he was playing on me.

He faltered, licking his lips, eyes fixed on mine but only for a second. In the next he was grinning again.

"Nah am only teasin you lass," he said with a small smile, leaning back against the counter, crossing one leg over the other.

"I wouldn't call you that," I said sucking my cheek in, "not even to piss Tommy off," now I was being earnest and Bonnie was smirking softly, his dimple still a ripple in his taciturn expression.

"Like I said," he said locking his hands together only to release them, scratch one through his dark curls, "only teasin ye," he said his eyes lingering on me for a moment before he got sidetracked again, turning back to the sink. He leant there for a moment and I got the sense that he was restless, either just that afternoon or perhaps all the time. The way he drummed his fingers on the wood worktop in a slow wave. The way his eyes seemed to wander the room almost in a daydream before he turned back around and looked to me once again.

"Whyd you do that?" he asked then, "go by gray?"

"Because nobody wants to hire a girl whose brothers are known for turning perfectly polite parties into bloodbaths and pub brawls.." I said, "and," I said swallowing my tea slowly, concentrating on not embarassing myself with more tears, "me own mam died when I was so little, Pols the mam I really remember... Which is evil to say I know..."

"Nah," Bonnie shook his head, "Don't reckon you've an evil bone in your body lass..." he said pushing away from the counter and returning to sit just opposite me on the little length of sofa cushion. He sat close enough that when he hugged his knees up to his chest and mirrored the way I sat, my toes were touching his toes and I felt as if we were both just children sitting together. Like the first day of school when you're young and just trying to make one friend.

"Only asked cause I can see the Gray in you..." he said, his voice so much quieter then, his eyes flickering over my features before locking with mine. I didn't know what to say, if I had known what to say I'm not sure I'd have had the voice to say a word.

And he didn't elaborate, in fact he almost appeared to change his mind. Rubbing one eye with the ball of his palm, looking away and then back to me, tone changed again, "I didn't mean to upset you either lass, not doin very good at this cheerin you up business eh?" he looked like he was waiting for my permission to laugh, a faint blush of genuine shame on his cheeks as if he really believed what he was saying.

"Well I'm not crying anymore am I so I'd say you're better at it than you think," I admitted quietly, remembering the frantic despair I'd felt when I'd fled from my brother earlier that day. Comparing it to how I felt now in the quiet of Bonnie's little home, it was difficult to believe it was still the same day. Difficult to believe I was the same girl. Even if I was still tinged with sorrow, I didn't feel so scared, so tragic. I didn't feel like my life was burning all around me and all I could do was watch.

Bonnie bit his lip, sucking his cheek in as he drummed his fingers on the cushion beside him, he spider walked them over the dip in the fabric towards me, up the wall and to the window where he began to fiddle with the latch. He seemed as if he were trying to think of something to say, a way of making conversation he hadn't already tried. He wasn't looking at me now, he was concentrating on the window latch, but every now and then he'd glance back at me, almost as if checking I was still there, almost as if checking whether or not I was looking at him.

And every time he caught my gaze I tore mine away from him, not even really sure why I was so shy to meet his eyes. I could feel the blush on my cheeks, soft and warm. I couldn't understand why it persisted.

And when he finally said something else I found myself feeling a little dissapointed by him. When he pushed himself up and left our nook.

"I'll get you a cloth for those eyes eh," and he did, disapearing and returning with a rag soaked in cold water, handing it to me. Fingers not even skimming mine.

He sat himself down angled away from me, his eyes firmly fixed on the opposite wall, watching the shadows of a tree bowing and shimmering on the wood.

"Thanks," I said pressing the cloth to my face, feeling the cool on my skin, hoping it would be enough to take the stain from my cheeks and my eyes. Deep down I knew that it wouldn't be. That I was the kind of girl who wore her emotions on her sleeve no matter how hard she tried not to. That the remnants of my sorrow could linger for days in my lashes. That if I was really feeling sorry enough for myself I'd remain heartbroken and forlorn for a week or more.

But when I stood to put the rag down by the sink saying thank you again, Bonnie looked back at me and cracked a contagious kind of grin that left me feeling brighter before he'd even said a word.

"Thats better," he smiled, catching himself out again, a little blush tinging his pale skin pink, "not that there was anythin to improve really..." he said a little quieter only meeting my gaze for a second before he'd sprung up again and headed for the door, "dya fancy a wee walk?" he didn't really give me the chance to say yes.

[the-plushie-friendships]

(Three way RP with @meebiesofficial )

Cmon! She’s gonna love you!~

(She said as she walked her brother to Ames room.)

@meebiesofficial

-Shelby

@meebiesofficial

(It’s time-)

[pomboo]

Shelby has a tweet on her alt which basically says there are other reasons for victims not naming names (for example legality). She’s giving us the piece’s of the puzzle to put together on our own. Cmon man.

Yeah I know that. You need to understand that there's two sides to the story. It's not just Wilbur's evil and Shelby is innocent. Until I hear Wilbur's side it makes no sense for me to accuse him for things like that. Domestic abuse is a VERY serious claim and I am NOT under ANY CIRCUMSTANCES victim blaming Shelby or defending Wilbur. I genuinely just want to see the whole picture and I need both sides to properly choose who's side I'm on, if any at all.

[purpledanti]

dude i have NEVER been happier to have separated myself 90% from the dsmp fandom like the only dsmp cc i still watch is purpled and he runs in an ENTIRELY different circle to most of the others because like. why are none of these male ccs who are HEAVILY associated with wilbur and/or shelby not showing any support cmon girl

[08symmetrically-asymmetrical80]

First the ‘67 Shelby GT500 fastback and now an ‘87 Rolls Royce. What the fuck is my dad trying to do. Like I appreciate the cars and all but cmon…I have Beelzebub.

[thestylesfamilysblog]

Auntie Shelby…cmon…it’s fun to decorate early…😉 - Elodie

@thematthewscrew

stole my favourite person to help me set up our christmas tree🥰 - Elodie

@thematthewscrew

[minusgangtime]

The Spookyverse: MBs transformation

(“If this is what you want..shake my hand,Cmon boy..won’t you shake,a poor witches hand?~”)

…

(“Alrighty then!~

🎵Are you ready?! Are you reeeeady?! Transformation central! Reformation central! Transmogrification central! Can you feel it?!~”)

(“🎵Your changing your changing your changing alright!🎵”

(🎵I hope your sastified~🎵”

(“🎵But if your not,don’t blame me. You can blame my friends on the other…🎵

(“🎵SIIIIIIIIIIDEEEEEEEE!!!”)

-mod Shelby

(Lesss goooo 👀)