#my friends and i have a gc called fight club

[thesingingrevolution]

edward norton is so beautiful

[deadghosy]

HAZBIN HOTEL X CAELUS! READER

prompt: you were found digging in their trash and they took you in

(I got covid😭 so me posting xreader will be kinda slow)

You were digging for some food ever since you fell from heaven because you kept fighting people over trash…I mean damn reader…

You fell with a blank look as you had a rotten banana in your mouth as you looked down to see pentagram city…so what did you do? You pulled out your fire sword and slash the ground to soften your fall which worked. You changed it to a bat for protection as you found a dumpster!

CHA-CHING✨ MORE TRASHHHH

You dig in the dumpster not hearing a person whistling. The person dropped the garbage bag shocked to see a….? Whatever you are digging in the dumpster. Your face was completely dirty as you lift it up to show you found a cool old watch.

Charlie didn’t know what to do. Are you homeless? Is what she thought as she takes you out the garbage as you blankly stare at her “•_•” “uhm sweetie are you okay?” “……” “not much of a talker huh…” you just stayed quiet as Charlie introduced herself and shook your hand bringing you to the hotel so you can have a place to stay.

I feel like you were a new angel and only stayed for like 1 month…(free trial ass shit…) and so when you didn’t act holy and proper. That’s why you mostly got kicked out

Vaggie will know you are an angel because of your angelic look and golden eyes as you just stand there minding your business. You tell her you fell because you fought over your treasure….your trash practically. So Vaggie tells you what happened to her and you hugged her making her feel safe about herself a bit.

You two have matching bracelets you made from an exercise Charlie did.

Okay I headcannon that Lucifer is already in the hotel living with his daughter. And he felt your presence and he would be like. “Fuck are you doing here”🤨 “I fought for my life.”

Vox one time put you on air with him because of your golden shining eyes….i think he was flirting with you as you ate some gift cookies he made for you…

Velvette tried to make you a model, but you kept wandering off somehow. Literally she got tired of you but never of your face as she at least posted you wearing some nice 2000 makeup

Carmilla had a gut feeling about you being an angel. She wanted to kill you but then you gave her a ring you found in a dumpster because you said she reminded you of your earth mother/parent. Yeah she wanted to adopt you

You help sir Pentious, or who you call penny for his project builds. You dig in dumpster’s, trash bins, and garbage dumps

Angel dust and you sometimes just be on your phones all the time which is obnoxious. But hey, I don’t make the rules. Being on your phone makes it seem like you don’t want to be talked to which is true.

Lucifer made you a duck as he notciced how lonely you are….(you don’t give a fuck, you only need trash as your friends) so Lucifer made you 20 ducks that are based on your favorite things or like idk just ducks

The egg boiz follow you around as you literally calling you the, “TRASH BOSS!” Not in a bad way more like in admiration as you give them stuff from the garbage.

Your golden eyes shining in the night scaring husk as he didn’t even see you in his hind sight. Like he is a cat, but he didn’t even see you?!

You and alastor’s both eat weird things, like he is a cannibal….and for you..either trash or just normal weird food combos

Alastor would definitely try to get you to eat cannibal meat, but to be honest you can tell the difference between human and regular meat. You always know.

Niffty is the kind of person who would give you a trash flower crown, kinda like how she made a crown for Alastor ✨🦆

I headcannon your angelic/demon form to be a raccoon 💀

You send dumbass memes in the hazbin hotel gc…

You are quite the feral person tbh, but who didn’t know when you literally fought people for your damn trash.

You definitely had bit Valentino once as Angel dust brought you to a club and you were digging in trash to find something cool. But Valentino found you adorable in the face and wanted to make you a sex worker. And what did you do when he tried to hurt Angel?

YOU BIT HIS FUCKIN HAND ALMOST OFF AS ANGEL WAS TRYING TO PULL YOU OFF😭

Yeah..you definitely had blood dripping from your mouth when Angel dragged you out of the club

[mxhirus]

İ am sorry if i am bothering but do you have any headcanons for Guren squad+ Hiiragi kids when they are in highschool? Normal au or canon doesnt really matter both works.

I have EVERY headcanon known to man! And I am not bothered by asks, I love responding to them~ fair warning: i am very big on guremahi lol apologies for the sprinkles of them

highschool headcanons

Shinya did weed with Goshi once and instantly became obsessed

Guren probably smoked cigarettes, since weed "smells horrible" (but cigarettes smell equally as bad) (he later on starts smoking weed)

Mito forged fake IDs for the squad so they could go to the club and buy alcohol

Everyone in Guren squad has a DUI i will not elaborate

Mahiru and Kureto play rock paper scissors across the room

Apparently the middle finger is a weapon

Sayuri and Shigure have probably baked weed brownies on Guren's request for Shinya

Goshi is a stoner, no I will not elaborate

Mito is an alcoholic

Mahiru wrote fanfiction and accidentally got famous

Guren ran a Mahiru fanpage but his friends forced him to shut it down after she transferred out

"what do you wanna be when you grow up, guren?" "mahirus husband."

One time, Guren came over with flowers for Mahiru but she wasn't home so Aoi opened the door and it looked like Guren was gonna give it to her instead. Kureto saw, gently moved Aoi out of the way and fucking BODIED Guren (Slamming his head into the pavement)

Shinya recorded it like a HS fight video

"FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT"

Actually Shinya definitely records fights in high school

The Guren Squad gc got leaked, Guren was called down to the office to find his squad members sitting there

He realized what was happening

GC is named "Live Laugh Lie to MKDNO" (Mikado no Oni)

Kureto tried to spar Mahiru and he got bodied

"Mess with my man again and I'll kill you" "you're not even fucking dating."

Kureto invited the Guren Squad boys over to break into the girls sleep over

"As you know, your squad's women are in that very room." "Okay?" "Break in or your dad dies."

[mythiccheroacademia]

okay- first time requesting so im kind of nervous, but, hear me. Reader and class 1-A going out for the first time to a club and things getting lit and everyone living in the moment, reader gets a little drunk and wants to dance, so she gets one of the boys to dance with her but things start to get heated in the dance floor? with Kirishima, Sero and Bakugou? pretty plz 🥺

A/N: Bruh, fuck covid. I miss partying, but my ass finna stay tf home because these cases are kind of getting out of control. Stay safe yall. Also, everyone is 21+ in this 

Bnha X Fem!Reader

Warnings: cursing, mentions of alcohol and drugs, a little spicy, but nothing you haven't seen before lmao

Kirishima Eijirou:

i hc kirishima to be that one unproblematic frat guy that loves to get lit

so when he heard the class wanted to go to the club, he was so hype 

if you’re taking shots, the man is right there with you 

bakugo can already tell he’ll be taking care of everyone’s drunk ass when he sees you and kirishima taking body shots off of mina 💀 

you and ochako see who can drink three beers the fastest

issa mess

after you’ve had your alcohol rounds, you and kiri are kinda just vibing with the music 

you’re laughing, talking, doing a little bit of shameless flirting~

then the alcohol hits you

and, oh look at that! theyre playing your favorite song!

you take kirishima’s hand and basically drag his ass to the floor

you two start dancing and it’s a hot mess for a second bc you can’t see and he lost all his rhythm on his second cup

but then you start looking at how his muscles look really good underneath the strobe lights and oh boy

he’s fine, like really fine

and you were ready to throw some ass

so you did

kirishima is one happy ass mf

he’s had fat ass crush on you for like 3000 yrs 

this is legit the best day of his life 

you two are really getting into it and denki and mina are hyping yall up like nobody’s business

you get up and fall back into his arms and you two laugh at what just happened

youre smiling at him like the sun and he knows he’s fucked 

kirishima makes his move

“you tryna get out of here?” he says in your ear

the look you give him makes him pull out his phone and call up an uber so fast 

Sero Hanta: 

i see sero as more of a smoker

he prefers to vibe out, but he was in the mood to get a little lit tonight

so he drinks something momo mixed together at the pregame 

he’s a lightweight so he sticks to one cup

meanwhile, your dumbass is onto your third lmao

but you two are a good kind of drunk so it’s really fun from the pregame all the way to the club 

you two are cracking jokes and just having a good time in each other’s presence 

some heavy flirting going on

the sexual tension is kinda thick

the entire class is looking at yall like 👀 

they know what’s up

but they eventually go out and let loose bc everyone is kind of off their asses 

anyways, the two of you just kind of chill by the bar, but then you see how everyone is having fun and dancing and you want to be there too 

“dance with me” you suddenly say to sero 

not one to pass up a chance to spend more time with you, he agrees and yall go in 

at first, youre just rocking to the music and he’s busting out these corny moves, trying to make you smile and youre laughing so hard

someone accidentally knocks you into his chest and he catches you out of reflex

even people are basically fucking on the dance floor, the atmosphere turns romantic?

you’re looking into each other’s eyes and suddenly, your lips are touching

then yall just start making out in the middle of the floor

(you might not be the only one’s doing it, but don't be that couple yall 💀)

sero starts kissing your neck and pressing up against you

you moan when you feel his excitement on your stomach

and damn that thing was long

yeaaaa you’re ready to go

you send a quick text to the girls gc, telling them that you’re leaving with sero and they start blowing up your phone, teasing you and wishing you a good night 

your night was def more than good 

Bakugo Katsuki: 

the fact that bakugo agreed to go to the club when you asked meant that he liked liked you, but you’re too dumb to notice 

he hated clubs, they were too noisy, dirty, and hot--and not in the good way

he’s only going bc to make sure you don’t do some slick shit and embarrass yourself 

and to make sure none of the dirty ass little boys pull a fast one on you bc  you’re looking good and he’ll fight anyone in the bih

anyways, when you get there, you’re just sipping on a couple margaritas to get you in the mood

all your friends from class 1-A were just talking and having fun until y’all separated into groups

some went to get some food, others were just by the bar, and your group went to go dance 

bakugo kind of just chilled in a spot where he could keep an eye out for you before he saw some shady-looking people trying to dance with you 

the reason why he charges into the crowd isn't bc he’s jealous or anything!! he just wants to make sure everything’s straight 

bakugo just cuts them off in the middle of their talking and gives them one look that sends them scurrying off 

while he’s yelling at you about stranger danger, you’re giving him bedroom eyes bc he was totally jealous and that just did something to you 

bakugo is too into basically arguing with himself to notice how a slow grinding song comes on, and your ass is already on him 

mans is stuck for a whole two seconds trying to process what’s going on, and then he’s on that ass like grass idc idc 

he’s here to finally prove to these extras that youre his 

when i say bakugo can catch yall...whew chile, he got some hips

as you twirl your hips, bakugo follows every movement, his hand going down to the back of your neck to bend you down more  

yall are basically fucking atp lmao 

gets to a point where he grabs you against his chest and straight up tells you 

“i’m fucking you up when we get to my place” 

let’s just say you had trouble walking the next day 

[sleeping-lilies]

Title: I Get Tim a Cat Because It’s What He Deserves (oh and i guess a group chat 🙄)

a batfam/wayne family groupchat would literally never happen in canon but it would be so fucking funny you all don’t even know, so i will do it anyways.

the chat just kinda... starts. no one know where it came from. who added them. who??? none of their emotionally stunted asses would be caught dead making making a family chat tf? why can’t any of them leave? they smash their phones and then on their laptop a notification pops up like “you’ve joined ‘x’ group” and they’re stuck there. might as well use it ig, but for what???

“everyone who is alive type ‘i’” no one responds so bruce spends hours trying to find out where their bodies are until he finds out everyone just had the chat on mute

“why isn’t alfred on here” “huh. alfred isn’t on here and no one knows who made the chat?” “so whoever made it just left immediately?” “...” “lol anyways”

tim was trying to send a snap to the core four gc but accidentally sent it to the family chat and gets super embarrassed (of course this happens when everyone’s online why wouldn’t they if it makes tim’s life more difficult) and everyone makes fun of him. duke printed out copies and plastered them all over tim’s apartment while tim was out for something and tim nearly murders duke. after that no one puts the chat on mute because this was too funny.

no one actually, like, texts on a regular basis because they’re not like other families 🙄 they only text if it’s really important or someone’s dying.

that’s being said, “dick where is dog” “send doggy” “dog?” “send doggy” “dick when did you get a dog?” “SEND DOGGY” “i demand you send the dog this instant” “dog now.”

damian breaks into dick’s apartment to take a selfie with him and haley (or bitewing, haley is just shorter to type) captioned “she is mine this is a warning to all of you. i will not hesitate if any of you low lives come near her.” and dick is like “??? this is my dog i can’t have anything these days, siblings take everything, man—” oh ya, everyone reacts to the haley photo with a heart. also dick only lets this shit slide with damian, if jason the problem child pulled this shit it would be on sight lmfaooo

- tim: the dog is cute but, but in photography i learned you have to crop out everything unimportant, like this *crops out damian from the photo*

- in other news, tim joined the dead bats club and now only bruce and duke are left 😃🔪

bruce: check in if you are alive. *everyone’s status is online*

u don’t know about y’all, but my bruce wayne is a responsible father who keeps an eye on his kids, or at least does his best, “has anyone seen duke? he has school and i can’t find him” “i will find him... if you give me $50.” “i will give you the money jason just tell me where he is” jason sends a photo of himself and duke laying down on the floor eating pop tarts.

-“literally why do you all keep coming into my apartment” “our apartment, dick” “i pay for this apartment it’s mine, i keep living in blüdhaven for a reason, god, siblings always steal everything that’s your’s—” it’s ok guys dick simultaneously has eldest daughter’s syndrome and absent sibling syndrome, who is doing it like him? legend behavior. anyways, duke and jason left crumbs on the floor and dick beat them up lmao.

“can i have money” “dad” (theyre sent by same person just different text) “yes cass i will sent you as much as you need, $2,000 is enough for shipping with friends?” “dad can i have money too” “dad can i too” “may i have some too dad” “dad” “dad” fhdjdjsks they only call him dad when they’re dying, want something, or are tattling on each other, someone save him 😩

“@everyone the interviewer in the last segment asked me if we have a family chat and i have a feeling they will try to pry into my texts to see what we are texting, please actually send something so they don’t get even more nosy from our lack of communicating” *someone sends the bee movie script*

ok but like, as time goes on they get more comfy texting each other and acting like a normal(ish) family unit that texts a little more. like tattling.

“someone broke the vase in the hallway and if they don’t want me to tell pennyworth who did it they will buy alfred the cat a new scratching post by nightfall” damian is so funny i love him

“HELPPVHRNXKAK” “what’s up with jason?” “cass is sitting on him” “lol” “i think she’s gonna break his arm fhdjdksk” “ANDBSJ I HAT E YO U A LL” “when did you all come to the manor???”

“😂” bruce vs “lol” dick and cass vs “agdhsjak” tim and duke vs “hA” jason vs “i don’t find any of you funny” damian

“damian i am putting your lemon cake pop thingies in the last bottom shelf on the right, i put the code and everything in the safe” “how often does damian even come to your apartment, dick?” “whenever you’re being an asshole bruce” “he’s always an asshole dickhead 🙄” “exactly 🥰”

“dad guess what” “TIM NOOO” “remember when” “TIM TIM TIM” “you told duke to take the day shift” “I WILL NEVER POST YOUR SNAP PHOTOS TO A GROUPCHAT WITH THE ENTIRE SUPERHERO COMMUNITY AGAIN!!!” “and he agreed to if he did his school work first?” “MERCY, MERCY” “what did he do, tim” “fjdjxkskkz duke goes on school zoom meetings during patrol and pretends he doesn’t have a mic and camera and i was watching his helmet footage and it was so funny, the teachers just believe him when he pretends to have really bad network and can barely type in the chat” “my teachers never trusted me that much” “that’s because you made a kid cry once jason stfu” “wait how did u know that cass—“

“AHDBSNZKAJHF” “stfu duke” “what’s wrong with him where is he?” “cain came to visit” “ohhhh” “FHDJFJDJ HELLPPPXSND” “i know you’re taking a video, you little shit, send it” “no todd come here and take one yourself—or don’t, your presence is unwanted” “fucking brat”

“DAD DICK HIT ME” “DAD JASON’S LYING” *bruce wayne online* (he doesn’t fucking respond fhsjskla) (is it because he’s exasperated with them or crying because they called him dad even though it’s a manipulation tactic or both we’ll never know)

“everyone who is alive, type in chat” *everyone is online* then bruce edits the message to say ‘everyone who wants alfred’s cinnamon rolls, type in chat’ “i guess NO ONE wants alfred’s cinnamon rolls, how sad” and the entire chat goes wild lmfao

ok uhhh let’s do on a scale of 1-10 texts most vs is online the most

bruce: 6-texting, 5.9-online because he always makes an effort to text his kids to check up on them and when his kids are texting he will text as well here and there in the convo to interact with them because he never sees and interacts with them normally and he wants to do better 🥲. he get’s minus 0.1 because of that one time jason and dick were fighting and he logged off agdhsjnz

dick: 3-texting, 3.5-online because he’s the only one in this hellhole of a family that has an actual job (in this house we uphold gymnastics teacher grayson 🙏) and sometimes he won’t have energy to text. so. but he does make an effort when he can. he’s online more than he texts because he’s able to sneak looks at the fights when he has downtime during his job and wants to see the drama lmfaooo. also everything goes on in his fucking apartment for some reason, so now he gotta break up a (one sided) fight between cass and tim because someone has to be a responsible adult.

cass: 2-texting, 10-online because she watches more than she texts? she’s more content to watch what’s going on than to join in. also 8/10 she’s usually the one causing the drama that everyone’s texting about, like beating up the others, so she can’t text while beating them up. i mean she could, but she wants to put more energy in beating them up (lovingly) (cass is basically violence (loving)) and watching what everyone’s saying about her fights. she’s always online to catch a glimpse at the drama. also most of her texts are to dick to see bitewing. and ask for money.

jason: texting-8, online-4 because if cass is the one causing drama offline, jason’s causing drama online. jason wants to be chat cryptic but texts the most lmfaoooo. he’s antagonizing his siblings whenever he sees them and whenever he can’t, king shit. he’s online less because he deadass doesn’t care that much, he’ll read the texts later if he really wants to, otherwise either duke or tim will fill him in on the drama. (“jason ur in the chat too—“ “shut up, tim, now tell me how cass beat damian’s ass)

tim: texting-6.44444, online-10, see tim texts a lot just not to the family group chat lmfao, he has REAL FRIENDS 😤 uhh ya, that’s why he’s online all the time, cuz he’s either texting his friends or on his phone doing some shit. broke: tim stays up late working on cases, woke: tim stays up late texting his friends and playing video games over chat. tim just. interacts with his family, gets bullied by them, ya. that’s the life. also he and duke keep throwing hands because it’s the family curse to beat up tim and in this essay i will discuss how dick is the superior sibling because he never tried to kill tim—wait he probably pushed him down the stairs once nvm but it was totally justified, king

duke: texting-4, online-4 because he has, like, school. and daytime patrol. and is like a junior in high school and therefore has a fuck ton of homework. my boy has no time for family and he doesn’t want it because they’re annoying, obviously 🙄. if he wants drama he’ll go into damian’s room and get the drama. diy icon. he’s online as much as he texts but is so fast of a reader he’ll know the drama in time for the next episode of wayne family shit. most of his time online is picking fights with tim and roasting his siblings to a crisp. he’s so mean, guys, legend has it that one time duke told jason that his helmet looked like a shriveled up dildo and that it could never be the gay statement he wanted it to be jason went offline for that entire day in order to cry himself to sleep. at least he got sleep (allegedly) ayyy duke the problem solver.

damian: texting-1.5, online 2 because the only time he’s texting is to ask dick for photos of bitewing and to send photos of his pets back as proper payment. a negotiator ugghhh father like son. damian honestly doesn’t care about the drama he just wants to sketch bitewing (using the photos dick sent as reference) into the Family Portrait Sketch™️ of the rest of the Animal Family™️. it is an honor for damian to create such a piece, picasso the women hater quakes in his grave as such art that blows his dog shit “art” FAR out of the water is developing. anyways, he goes online for that and to throw random barbs at his siblings. like no one is online and damian just throws a “drake is stupid” in chat and just dips. he’s online more to text the other teen titans and jon because they’re better than his dumbass family (and he texts grayson on messenger so fhdjdjsks) true chat cryptic, jason envies him

alfred: 0-texting, 10-online. huh who said that

“duke take down the tik toks, tim is crying”

“who has my sweatshirt??? i will kill you all” “i have it jason” “nvm cass that’s your sweatshirt now i’m sorry for being presumptuous don’t aTTACK ME” fhdjdjsks

“guys i have the day off do you want to hear when delilah said to jonathon it’s so funny” “are those the kids in your gymnastics class?” “ya” “tell us everything”

the bats just... love hearing drama about those kids because they’re so dramatic. apparently alex threw a rubber ball at maya and she tackled them. wild.

time for a round of: WHO SAID IT?!?!

“how do i make my text bold like the rest of you?” —bruce, dick, cass, and jason at some point.

“how do i change my screen name? please change it back to before” -cass when tim changed her name to “hal jordon #1 stan” (“what is a stan” —bruce), (“i don’t like it either change it back” —bruce after finding out what a stan is)

“what the fuck is a pog” —jason

“fucking ‘tik tok’. we used to use vine when i was a teen. i was a front line soldier of great disasters” —dick on one hand lmfao dick is so old but on the other hand holy shit you used vine??? tell us more about the battles fought

“what is a dilf?” —bruce after scrolling through twitter

ok that’s all, my brain is gone.

“cass dick is turning purple get off him” “no. make him give me my scarf back.” “oh dad that’s terrible can you send a video as evidence?”

“GUYS I FOUND A CAT AND IT SCRATCHED ME AND IM GOING TO THE HOSPITAL BUT GUYS!!! CAT!!!” “drake send a photo of the cat immediately” lmfao bruce zooms to the hospital after that text

“GUYS THE CAT HAS AN OWNER I CANT KEEP THE CAT 🥲” “the one time you could prove to be of use and you fail, drake.” “wow tim, find a cat to steal without an owner next time” “timmy, timmy, timmy, i can’t believe you’ve messed up in finding a cat again” “again?” “again?” “again?” “when i adopt a cat i’m not showing any of you, i hate you all” (lmao hard version of guess who is who i’ll give you a hint dick cass and bruce are the confused ones. )ok it’s not hard anymore.

“dad please get me a cat 😳🐱 haha jk 🤣😩 unless 👀😏😃🙏🥰” anyways tim named the cat starry because of her fur-hair-thingy

“they just so you all know steph just crashed in my apartment and i have work in the morning” “i will pick her up in the morning” “you mean tim will, you don’t have a license, cass. anyways”

“dick do you need help moving?” “no, bruce, i think i can handle it, donna and wally are helping me anyways, but thank you” “mOVING???” “OUT OF YOUR APARTMENT???” “DICK THAT SAME APARTMENT ON 666 HELLHOLE AVENUE???” “...ya?” “NOOOOO” anyways they all break into dick’s new apartment when he moves in, walk around it, and then leave. they just... ya... damn, these bats...

anyways that’s all. see ya.

[before-the-black-pearl]

I made those modern Jack and Fitzy headcanons over a year and a half ago. I started writing a modern!AU fic since then so I developed the headcanons more and I wanted to share some of them. Keep in mind this may be a little different than what I present in the actual fic. I’m making some shit up on the spot.

So picture this: The young Jack Sparrow books taking place today and all the characters are in high school in Tampa, Florida, and the school is called...

Barnacle High School

Jack the “I was at the door when the bell rang” Sparrow:

He’s one of The Boyz🥶🥵😎 But like the stupid kind who thinks they’re better than everyone else.

He’s a troublemaker and creates a lot of mischief around campus.

Mischief includes but not limited to: pulling the fire alarm multiple times, drilling holes between the boys and girls gym locker rooms, defaced a bunch of textbooks with The Boyz drawing dicks on every single page, one time he snuck into the office and played pr0n on the schoolwide intercom speaker, a time he gave everyone “shits and giggles” (laxative and weed) brownies at a school dance and caused everyone to shit and puke all over the gym floor and it made the news,..... How tf isn’t he expelled?

Unsurprisingly he gets in fights. The fights are half of the time started by other students, but gets in trouble anyway.

Constantly interrupts the teachers to the point where they write him up or kick him out.

Sometimes fucks with the quiet kids like “Hey, mate, do you know what we’re doing?” “Can you like teach it to me?” “You can do it for me, right?” “Why don’t you ever talk, mate?”

He’s actually pretty smart but the teachers don’t like him and home sucks so he gave up.

Probably has ADHD.

Wears layers, like leather, denim, flannels, t-shirts, hoodies, jeans of various “tightness”, studded belts, many pairs of combat boots or knockoff timbs. Half his shit is from Goodwill.

Undercuts for dayyyzzzz. Think Coming Storm cut but the bottom is shaved off.

Still wears his nasty ass bandana even though the teachers always tells him he can’t wear it in class.

His makeup literally always slaps.

He likes to collect random things and sometimes puts them on his clothes or his backpack or in his locker.

Obsessed with dead things (furs, pelts, bones, stuffed animals, etc)

Has a fascination with the sea and likes the nautical aesthetic.

Bonus: Yeah he totally vapes.

Arabella the “Shut up and let me work” Smith:

She’s the “good kid” and sometimes the “quiet kid.” Jack definitely fucks with her in class sometimes until she pops off and they both get written up.

She’s an honors student and exceeds well in her classes.

She’d rather blend in with the crowd and not many students really notice her. She keeps herself contained in a small group of friends.

If she’s not with her friends, she’s probably in the library.

She’s really into Art and History.

Kind of a conspiracy nut and likes reading into urban legends and stuff.

Infodumps about her interests to Jack and he gets hella annoyed.

Jack sometimes follows her around and she gets hella annoyed but she gets sad when he’s not around.

Mediates between Jack and Fitz.

Jack and Fitzy fight over her. Jean has shown a little interest in her too.

She ate the “giggles” from Jack’s brownies. She got so fucked up she had a panic attack and left the dance really early before all the chaos began in the gym.

Kinda looks like she hasn’t really left 2015...like basic white girl with knit sweaters and cardigans, t-shirts and tanks, leggings, boots or sandals, etc. Sometimes also wears hoodies and jeans.

Headbands and beanies and cottagecore-like bandanas.

Yeah her makeup slaps too.

She works for her father after school at the Tortuga Tavern, formerly named Faithful Bride before it was forced to change to something more “PC.”

Fitzwilliam the “My uncle is the principal” Dalton (the third):

Basic snobby rich kid.

President of every “snobby kid club”; the Chess Club, the Key Club, the Student Council, and Yearbook.

Also an athlete and is in the school’s track team and soccer team.

Is in a clique with his equally snobby friends.

Yeah but he’s like hella proper.

He’s well educated and knows several different languages.

Hella ignorant about certain shit tho.

Big fuckin FLEXER with his expensive name-brand clothing and tech.

Lies about being friends with celebrities and online influencers and shit.

Ate one of the “shits” brownies....Just leaving that to the imagination until I make a one-shot.

Drippin’ Gucci, Louis Vuitton, Michael Kors, Coach, etc... Literally like full fucking tracksuits, knit sweater over button-up combo, fancy coats, name-brand t-shirts, jeans over hundreds to thousands of $$$, shoes costing almost as much as rent.

The pocketwatch from the books is a fancy golden $30,000 Rolex wristwatch.

Jack keeps taking his watch.

Wears his hair up in a manbun like it’s still 2015 and Jack keeps teasing him about it.

Yeah got like a brand new iPhone and and iPad and a really expensive laptop and an iWatch even though I already got a regular watch on my other wrist.

Jean the “I swear to god she’s like my sister” Magliore:

Y’all know it, he’s in the Anime Club.

Jean and Tumen are best friends, and in my story, foster brothers.

Likes video games and always has his Nintendo Switch with him.

Internet memelord and low key has “band kid” energy.

Always be sending Tumen or the “Barnacle Crew” group chat memes.

Being from New Orleans is a personality trait and is very enthused with his Creole roots and loves creole dishes.

He runs a foodie Instagram account with a large following. Self proclaimed foodfluencer.

Sometimes sells candy and chips at school. Gets in trouble for it.

Yeah he ate multiple brownies at the dance....

Jean has a cat Constance, named after his deceased sister, he brings to school hidden in his backpack.

Constance will literally eat just about everything, mimics human noises, and her expressions are very human-like according to Jean. Her traits are so much like his sister, Jean believes she is his sister born as a cat in a new life.

He made Constance her own Instagram account.

Jack HATES Constance. Constance LOVES Jack.

Hoodies, jeans, headphones, beanies.

His hair is the same but a bit shorter.

“Suspiciously quiet kid” Tumen:

The quiet kid sitting in the back of the class and drawing while listening to music.

He is also in the Anime Club with Jean.

Since Jean is into video games, Tumen is a weeb.

Jean is the only person he really hangs out with at school.

Tumen doesn’t have a phone in my fanfic but for the purpose of this headcanon and the group chat, he does have one.

He’s more of a “lurker” in the GC.

Jean’s #1 meme reactor.

He watches anime crack videos.

Tumen is the most “immature” than the others since he’s the youngest.

The only one who didn’t eat the brownies. Got interviewed on the news.

He takes pride in his Mayan heritage.

Has a random interest in geography and wants a career as a cartographer.

Anime t-shirts and hoodies galore.

Always has his hood up in class.

Teachers always telling him to put his hood down.

Tim “the newbie” Hawk:

He eventually transfers to Barnacle High.

I don’t have a full headcanon written for him yet.

Principal Lawrence Norrington:

Principal of Barnacle High.

Fitzwilliam’s uncle.

HATES Jack Sparrow.... Again how tf is Jack not expelled?

Brings his kid James to work sometimes even though the kid should be at school himself.

Jack sitting in the principal’s office in trouble again and James keeps bugging him. “Do you play Fortnite?” “No. Beat it, kid.”

Tia Dalma:

The school nurse.

Jack is buddies with her and he goes to her and pretends to be sick when he wants to ditch class.

Has crab parts in jars in the cabinets. No one questions it.

Joshamee Gibbs:

The janitor.

He’s in the Navy but he’s on off-duty employment.

Jack is buddies with him too.

He writes Jack fake doctors notes or signs permission slips or covers for Jack when he’s ditching, in exchange for booze Jack has at home.

He had to clean up the gym after the brownies incident ☹️

I don’t know how to write Davy Jones into this.

For the sake of this headcanon, it would be funny if Torrents was like a science teacher or something. Or if Madame Minuet was like an economics or math teacher. Or if Silverback is an English teacher. Or if Left-Foot Louis is a PE teacher and he’s all running in circles because he’s got two left feet lol.

Btw all these teachers HATE Jack 😂

[catboymingi]

and the damsel in distress - veninder chap. 2

navi/masterlist

story masterlist

pairing: mingi x reader

genre: angst, fluff; eventual best friends to lovers

word count: 7.2k

warnings: language, insecurities, past trauma mention, somewhat suicidal thoughts (very briefly, one sentence)

a/n: after ages of exams where i focused on smaller writings i finally am updating... this chapter is a ride but it is the ride i decided to take

yo var det mig / der’ dummet sig? - was it me / that messed up?

when you woke up and unlocked your phone you immediately wished you hadn’t woken up, ever. you had more than a hundred messages from various chats, and while you wished you could just ignore them forever you knew that you’d have to deal with it tomorrow latest, and you’d rather do it without an audience. so you had no choice to reply, opening the private messages first and telling all your friends that you’d reply in the group chat, before you opened that one.

[y/n]: sry for that. forgot my wallet, had no way to get home in time

[y/n]: nothing happened tho

the reply came almost immediately, as if they’d just waited for you to come online.

[saranghoe]: u literally didnt even try 2 call dibs n now ur staying the night?? seems suspicious

[model contract when???]: yeah literally!

[y/n]: as i said, better than sleeping on the street

[model contract when???]: just dont go near them again. ever

[y/n]: fine

[y/n]: deal

you hated the idea, but you knew that if you didn’t agree your life would be a living hell. and that was definitely not something you wanted, knowing how they’d made life hell for other people and knowing that there was no way anyone could protect you from that. so, the next thing you did was click on ‘hyung hate club’, not even bothering to read the messages before leaving the group. you didn’t like this, but it was better this way. as much as you liked the boys, you liked being able to go to uni in peace more, and you knew that would be impossible if you so much as breathed in their direction from now on. you sighed, putting your phone down and laying back onto your bed again, wanting some peace for yourself, but you weren’t granted that. less than a minute after you’d laid down your phone buzzed, once, twice, thrice. knowing that you wouldn’t be able to relax until you knew what was up you sat back up, checking your phone to see messages from an unknown number. curious, you clicked on the notification.

[unknown]: y/n???

[unknown]: im mingi

[unknown]: whats wrong??

you weren’t sure whether to be happy he messaged or scream into your pillow. in some way it was nice he cared, but that also meant it would be harder to avoid the boys. and that meant that, no matter how hard you tried, your friends would have a reason to be upset.

[y/n]: why?

[unknown]: you left the gc?

[unknown]: what happened

[y/n]: nothing dw, im all good

he saw the message but didn’t reply right away, which made you think that maybe he’d accept your reply. but then you saw him typing again, and a message you didn’t expect at all appeared on your screen.

[unknown]: did i mess up

[y/n]: wdym

you genuinely had no idea what he meant, or rather, how he could’ve got the idea that he’d messed up in any way. he’d been nothing but kind to you, there was not a single thing he could possibly have messed up on. but when a new message popped up you knew he was genuinely worrying about it, and you felt bad for not being able to tell him the real reason why you left the group chat, why you had to avoid them.

[unknown]: like did i do something wrong

[y/n]: not at all

[y/n]: its not abt you dw

you hoped he’d leave it be with that, but of course not. he wanted to know what was wrong, he wanted to know why you suddenly didn’t seem to want to talk to him, or any of them for that matter, anymore.

[unknown]: then what is it

and while you were thinking of a good excuse, mingi seemed to have caught on to what exactly the problem was, as was made apparent by his next message.

[unknown]: its your friends isnt it

there was no way you could reply to that decently, so you didn’t, staring at the screen in frustration with your friends and him and mainly yourself. you wanted to say something, you really did, but you had no idea what. tell him you were sorry? tell him to leave you alone? tell him that sometimes life just sucked and you had to deal with it? none of that would’ve been a good reply, and in all honesty you also didn’t want to have to deal with the emotional turmoil it would inevitably bring.

you didn’t notice that you’d spaced out and your phone had locked itself until it buzzed in your hand again, another message from the unknown number you now knew to be mingi. it just read ‘got it’ and you felt awful, scared that you’d hurt or upset one of the only people in forever that had shown genuine care for you. but of course you’d had to mess it up.

//

the next day came and you still felt bad, somewhat fearful as well. your friend group’s chat had returned to the usual topics, but you still weren’t sure how they’d react to you when they saw you again. you were hellbent on acting as usual, hoping that if you acted like nothing happened they would as well, and it was somewhat successful, getting weird stares every now and then, but no more comments than usual. you wouldn’t let yourself relax just yet, but this was a good sign, at least.

but then came lunch. you tried to act casual, not wanting to let on to the fact that you were horrified that one of the boys would shout out for you at any moment. your eyes darted around aimlessly, mainly looking for a certain giant sporting bright red hair, simply because he was easiest to spot out of the group you’d spent saturday night with. when you still hadn’t spotted him when you sat down to eat with your friends your shoulders relaxed, but it had been a mistake to think that they’d forgotten about you.

you hadn’t noticed that yunho was on his way towards you until he was standing right there, having moved surprisingly inconspicuously for someone his height. but there he was, staring down at you with an expression you couldn’t judge. you tried to avoid his eyes, feeling so incredibly guilty for ignoring him when he and his friends had been your saviour when you needed one, but you couldn’t help it. even now you could feel your friends’ angry stares on you, when you hadn’t even acknowledged the boy’s presence.

“y/n”, yunho suddenly spoke up. you couldn’t help but look up at him at that, knowing it was a mistake, but your head moved by itself. and he noticed, a small smile appearing on his face now. he nodded his head as a sign that he wanted to talk to you with a little more privacy, and you knew that if you didn’t go with him he’d try to sort whatever he wanted to sort here, in front of your friends, which would be way worse than leaving with him for maybe two minutes and returning, convincing them that you told him never to come up to you again. so you got up, but before you could actually go to a more private area he picked you up and threw you over his shoulder. you hit his back in a desperate attempt to let you down, but deep down you knew that your punches wouldn’t affect him in any way. so you gave up, hanging like a sack of potatoes, feeling everyone’s curious stares on you.

he first let you down at their table, hongjoong scolding him that a less dramatic approach would’ve done the job as well. wooyoung and yeosang were laughing while the others looked at you curiously, and you were still deciding whether or not to kill yunho right there.

that decision was made for you when mingi spoke up.

“you told me you’d see me at lunch.” you couldn’t quite decipher his tone, whether he was angry or disappointed or hurt, but you knew it wasn’t a positive emotion you heard in his voice. you hated that you were the reason for his upset, but you also hated that your decision about how to deal with the dilemma you were in had been made for you, by people that knew nothing about your situation. you weren’t them, you didn’t have a support system, you didn’t have the option to choose who you were friends with, you didn’t have any of the things that were a given for everyone else. you had to take what you got and make do with it, and they’d just made that significantly harder for you.

“i told you i couldn’t”, you replied, your own voice a mixture of sadness and anger. you wanted to be able to, really, but it wasn’t something you could change. and the fact that he’d seen how your friends had reacted to you doing something they didn’t like and still didn’t stop this, maybe even actively encouraged this, made you angry, even though maybe it shouldn’t. he hadn’t had any ill intentions, but that didn’t really matter to you when you knew he wouldn’t be affected at all by whatever happened as a reaction to this. that he - they - had started a battle you’d have to fight.

no one said anything to that and you thought the conversation was over, that they’d realised that you wouldn’t be able to join their friend group or talk to them at all unless necessary, so you turned around, managing to take a single step before someone grabbed your wrist. you turned around again in surprise and saw that it was seonghwa, whom you’d assumed to be kind and soft-spoken, definitely not the kind to do this. but here you were, being kept from leaving by his hand around your wrist. it was mingi who spoke, though.

“they’re not being nice to you. you deserve better.” and you knew, you knew all that, you knew everything he could tell you to convince you that they weren’t the right friends for you, but that didn’t change anything. and you’d had enough hurt, enough mistreatment in your life to want to avoid it at all costs now. if that meant giving up a bit of your happiness but getting to keep your peace of mind that was a price you were more than willing to pay. but the boy looking at you with softness in his eyes didn’t seem to be willing to have you pay that price.

“sit down.” seonghwa had let go of your arm now, moving a little so that you’d fit next to him. it wasn’t an order, more of a suggestion, but you were too tired, too exhausted to potentially risk a discussion you might not be able to win, so you just complied, resting your head in your palms. and because of that the boys at first didn’t even notice that you didn’t have your food, or any of your things, since it didn’t seem like you wanted to eat anyway.

it was san that noticed, already having finished inhaling his meal when you hadn’t even started yours. the surprise at that was what made him realise that there was no meal for you to finish.

“yunho!”, he suddenly yelled out, making everyone’s heads snap up, even yours. “you forgot y/n’s things when you kidnapped her!” at that realisation, panic made its way onto your face. you had no idea what state your things would be in by the time you’d reach them. your phone, your wallet, all your notes were in your bag, and you’d just left it with your friends that without a doubt were plotting how to ruin your life by now. you jolted up and towards the table they’d been sitting at, but when you saw they’d already left your panic only increased. your bag was still there, carelessly kicked underneath the table when you’d been sitting with the others, but you had no idea what the insides would look like. you probably looked like a maniac all but ripping it open, fumbling with the zipper with shaking hands and ransacking your bag to make sure you still had everything you needed, checking your wallet and phone to see just how fucked you were. everything was still in order, though; it seemed like they’d forgotten about your bag, in part thanks to you having kicked it out of sight thoughtlessly. you almost cried at the relief, and mingi, who’d followed you after your sudden exit to make sure you were okay, wasn’t really sure what to do. he kneeled down next to where you were still crouching on the floor, staring at your bag and its content as if it were the most beautiful thing you’d ever seen, and just looked at you, waiting for you to realise he was there as well.

when after a while (was it seconds? minutes? it felt too long for mingi) you still seemed to not have noticed his presence he carefully tapped your leg, making sure his hand was visible before he actually touched you. you seemed so spaced out that he was pretty certain any sudden touch or noise would scare you to no end. but even though he was so careful not to be too sudden your head still shot up with a force that made him fear you’d break your neck; you’d half expected one of your friends to be the one touching you, so your anxious reaction was at least in part caused by that. but when you saw that it was only him you relaxed a little, though your heartbeat still would not return to normal.

“you okay?”, he asked you once it seemed like you wouldn’t drop dead from shock or kill him if he said anything, worry apparent in his voice, and you could understand him, really - this wasn’t a regular reaction to forgetting your bag with your friends. but you didn’t have regular friends either, so it evened out.

“i guess.” you grabbed your bag and got up, wanting nothing more than to get out of that awkward situation, and the tall boy followed suit.

“wanna join us for the rest of lunch?” he expected you to say no. you knew that you should say no. and a look at where you’d sat at the table confirmed that you didn’t even have anything to eat anymore - they’d probably thrown it away as soon as you left. so there was no reason to go, there was no reason to make yourself even more of a target. but maybe that was why you ended up saying yes. you’d already become a target, so now you might as well spend time with them, you didn’t really have anything to lose anymore. and the smile he gave you when you agreed to join them made you think that it’d maybe be worth it, even.

the others looked at you in surprise when you returned to their table, mingi having a triumphant look on his face. they didn’t say anything, though, scared of putting you off and causing another somewhat-freak out like the one earlier. of course, to them it didn’t make sense, they had no idea just what your friends could do. they’d never been their victim, and they’d never been around to see what their victims had to deal with. but you knew. and the thought of it almost sent you into a panic attack, so you let yourself fall onto the bench (a loud ‘thud’ could be heard, so you really hadn’t been gentle with yourself) and put your head on the table, ignoring how greasy it probably was, your focus being on stopping your breath from speeding up before it was too late. you couldn’t see the looks they gave each other, but you could imagine them. you were a mess, a scared, traumatised mess, and that less than 48 hours after first having met them. you honestly wouldn’t be surprised if they told you to go sit somewhere else, or got up and left themselves. but they were still there when you lifted your head again, looking at you worriedly, but without judgment.

mingi was the first to speak, having put the pieces together by now.

“they’re that bad?” you knew whom he meant. he’d seen the message, he’d been the one to figure out they didn’t want you to talk to them, he’d seen the way you’d rummaged your bag, so it wasn’t hard for him to figure out what, or rather whom, you were scared of. yet he couldn’t imagine why you were that scared of people supposed to be your friends.

“worse.” you tried to mask your fear with a bitter tone, but it didn’t exactly work. the boys didn’t exactly know how to react to that, trying desperately to come up with a way to lighten the mood.

“you have eight bodyguards now.” you weren’t the only one surprised when it was jongho that spoke up, but the others were quick to agree, telling you that the girls had to get past them first. ‘mainly jongho, to be fair’, as wooyoung elaborated. and while you still weren’t feeling good about it, you were feeling better now, the fearful expression replaced by a smile. san, not wanting to waste that chance, asked you if he could re-add you to ‘hyung hate club’, and you couldn’t resist the puppy eyes he gave you, so you agreed. as soon as he did so mingi got his phone out, resending the message he’d sent when he’d brought you home. ‘pyjama party this weekend n y/ns still coming’. your reply was an emoji rolling its eyes, but the smile hadn’t left your face. then you saved his number, asking the others to send a message with their name so you could know who was who.

“they’ll never shut up”, hongjoong informed you casually as he sent his name, and while you knew he was telling you, indirectly, that from this moment on you would never be able to have a moment of peace and quiet and no notifications you were happy about this fact, because it meant that at least you wouldn’t be lonely.

“i have my ways.” you grinned at him as you said that, then you went to save all the numbers in your phone. doing so brought your attention to the time, and you noticed that it was time to leave for class, your happy expression immediately disappearing as you realised that they wouldn’t be around to protect you during class. And class was the place you couldn’t escape from; you needed the credits, and part of you also didn’t want to have to give up on something that always brought you joy just because you had to fear you wouldn’t be left alone.

“i need to go.” your expression didn’t go unnoticed, and seonghwa and yeosang, who had this period off, told you they’d be right there if something happened, you just had to send a message. they also insisted on bringing you to your class, and while you did feel a little like a child that needs their parents to bring them everywhere because they’re scared by themselves you also really appreciated it. so you took off with your two bodyguards, waving at the others as they left for their own classes.

“it’ll be fine”, yeosang said after a couple hundred metres during which neither of you had said anything, and you looked at him with doubt apparent in your eyes.

“it will”, seonghwa stated, a lot more sure about it than you were. “and if not, you know we’ll be right there.” that only did little to reassure you, but you had no choice either way.

you reached your classroom way too fast, and you could feel your breath speed up as soon as you walked towards the door, hesitating. maybe you should just drop out of uni and become a shepherd in a secluded village somewhere in a strange country in europe. maybe that was a better plan. but the choice was made for you as one of your now ex-friends waved towards you, a cheery expression on her face that would have fooled you, had you not seen that same expression on her face countless times before, knowing that it meant nothing but danger. but it was too late to turn around now, so all you could do was pretend you didn’t know what you were about to face.

“hey!” your tone was at least as fake as her expression as you greeted her back. then you went to your seat, and for the first half of class things actually went okay. you were tense, you were stressed, you were scared, but nothing happened. but then the teacher told you that it was time to do group work now, and things went downhill. you were grouped by how you were seating, which included you, one of the girls, and two classmates you barely ever talked to, whose names you didn’t even know, but whom you had nothing against, at least. but they would soon have something against you.

as you were working, one of them had her laptop out to take notes and prepare a presentation, as was the task. and that gave your ex-friend an idea. it was an expensive laptop, and you, as always, had a cup of water on the table, fairly close to the middle so it wouldn’t be able to drop by itself. it wouldn’t have to drop by itself, though. first, the girl next to you dropped her pen and kicked it over to the other two, pretending to have done so in an attempt to retrieve it and be able to pick it up.

“i’m sorry, i dropped my pen! can you maybe pick it up, i can’t reach it.” an apologetic smile was sent their way, as if to say ‘sorry for the hassle’. both girls opposite you ducked at the same time, trying to see where the pen was and who would be able to pick it up more easily. that was what she’d planned, though; as soon as they were no longer able to see you, she spilled your water. over the laptop that was still on the table. and as if that wasn’t enough, she got up, yelling your name loudly, asking you why you’d done that. everyone was looking at you by now, and the girl whose laptop had been sacrificed quickly tried to dry it off with her sleeve, asking for tissues, trying to save it. no use, it seemed like it had broken right away. and everyone thought it was you. that you’d broken the laptop on purpose.

“she was writing her thesis, y/n! i knew you were jealous, but i didn’t think you’d go that far!” you just stared at the scene around you wide-eyed, not even fully realising that this was real. by now even the teacher had come to look at what exactly was going on, and your lack of self defense was a seemingly obvious sign of you actually being the culprit.

“i think you should leave the class now. and you will have to replace the laptop.” all you could do was stare at who used to be your friend, unable to believe that she would do this to you. you hadn’t even actually done anything, and you’d been friends with these girls for almost a year now, yet she’d had no hesitation to ruin not only your reputation but also you financially. she was fully aware that you were barely scraping by. she was fully aware that you would never be able to replace the laptop. she knew all that. and she still did it, just because you’d dared to talk to someone they’d called dibs on. you couldn’t believe it.

//

you didn’t really remember how you’d left the class, and were surprised to find that you’d remembered to pack all your things back into your bag, that you hadn’t forgotten anything. you’d just left, going who even knew where, dropping on the floor when your legs didn’t want to carry you anymore, and starting to cry. and you stayed there, crying, losing all feeling for how much time had passed. this had been your last class of the day, so you had nowhere to be, and you didn’t want to be anywhere, either. you wanted to vanish. you wanted to die, in all honesty. if it continued like this your only choice was dropping out, basically having wasted the past year and all the work and money you’d put into your studies.

you were so caught up in your crying that you hadn’t noticed your phone buzzing with message after message, first paying attention to it when someone called you. it was seonghwa, who’d been there to pick you up after class only to see that you weren’t there. you didn’t feel like picking up, so you pressed the red button through your tears. he tried again, with the same result, and first when your phone started buzzing continuously with new messages you took a look at the group chat. now you found out why they were calling you - they’d tried to get you after class, but you weren’t there, and now you’d neither read their messages nor picked up their calls, so they all were quite worried at this point. you felt sorry about that, so you decided to send a message saying ‘sorry for worrying you’, but you couldn’t bring yourself to say that you were fine. it seemed like any sign of you being alive was already a success, though, lots of relieved messages flooding the chat. you hoped that maybe they wouldn’t ask what happened, but of course they did.

[hongjoong]: what happened?

[y/n]: i dont want to talk abt it

the chat was quiet after that, no one really knowing what to say. but, again, mingi sent you a private message.

[mingi]: where are you???

you didn’t want to explain anything and you didn’t want to pretend you were fine, so you just sent him your location, his ‘ill be right there’ coming just a few seconds after you’d sent your message. you were somewhat relieved that you wouldn’t have to be alone right now, but you also dreaded having to explain what happened. for now, though, you should probably focus on looking a little more like a person and a little less like you’d just spent the past hour crying. even though you had it didn’t have to be obvious like that, so you tried to clean off the streaks of ruined makeup on your cheeks, using your phone as a makeshift mirror. once you were done you tilted your head to see if there was anything you’d missed, but it was okay. it wasn’t good, but it was the best you could do right now. then, you waited.

you’d put in your headphones after roughly two minutes of waiting, way too nervous at every single sound that surrounded you, but that also made you miss mingi shouting your name once he’d arrived, and the sudden appearance of his large frame in your field of vision did surprise you quite some, flinching visibly before you took out your headphones and looked up at him, trying to smile but failing miserably. and he immediately caught on, sitting down next to where you were sitting on the floor and looking at you silently for a moment.

“do you want a hug?” he didn’t know what else to offer, but he wanted to let you know that he was there for you, and you willingly accepted the offer. he wrapped his arms around you then, pulling you a little closer so you could rest your head on his shoulder, and then you continued to sit in silence. it was strangely comforting, having someone there for you even when they had no idea what you were even upset about, offering you their presence and leaving the choice of whether or not you wanted to tell to you. you didn’t want to have to leave this situation, the safety you felt when embraced by mingi, who was much taller than you and who made you feel like, even just by virtue of his height, he could protect you. but you had to, you knew you did, you couldn’t spend all day wherever you were now.

“we should go home.” mingi hummed in response, removing his arms from where they were wrapped around you, and the two of you got up. he looked at you hesitantly - you could tell he wanted to say or ask something, so you cocked your head, encouraging him this way to tell you whatever was on his mind.

“they’re all worried, so i was wondering… i told them i’m going to meet you, but i think they’d feel better if they could see for themselves that you’re in one piece.” you nodded, both as a sign of understanding and to show that it was fine with you to meet them before you went home. he nodded as well, slowly starting to walk and somewhat unsure if you’d actually follow him, but you did.

you walked in silence until you reached the train station, where he bought the ticket for you again. you looked at him, about to protest, but when he told you it was his treat again you just nodded, not having the energy to argue and also glad that you could save the money seeing how very soon you’d need every single won. after that, you were silent again, sitting next to each other with your head on his shoulder, which you’d have been embarrassed and shy about if you weren’t so exhausted. you were exhausted, though, and it took all your energy to not fall asleep on him - but at least you succeeded with that, your eyes still somewhat open when he told you you had to get off at the next stop. you sat up, then, immediately missing the warmth and comfort of him so close to you. the boys made you feel weirdly safe, and you couldn’t tell why it was - maybe it was just the unusual feeling of having friends that cared about you even when you had nothing to offer, but no matter what it was, it was nice.

another thing that was nice was that mingi didn’t make you talk, didn’t even try. he’d talk, but he didn’t mind if you didn’t reply. he’d just resume his story, letting you know that he wasn’t ignoring you but that he didn’t expect anything from you. and with this behaviour you slowly started to feel better, feeling ready to tell what had happened by the point you reached the boys’ place.

“mingi?” it seemed like they’d been waiting for him to come home, shouting his name as soon as he’d closed the door behind you.

“and y/n!”, he replied, entering the living room with you in tow. you were somewhat surprised to find them all already gathered there, but mingi didn’t seem to be. he just plopped down on the couch, patting the space next to him to signal you to sit down as well. so you did, staring at your hands as soon as you’d sat down, unsure how to start. and they were unsure as well, unsure if they should ask you or wait until you started talking by yourself.

“i…”, you started, but then stopped again. this was hard.

“i’m sorry for not taking your calls”, was how you decided on starting. “i just- i couldn’t. everything was so much.” and even though you hadn’t even started actually explaining yet a small sob already escaped from your lips, and you hid your face in shame. you looked up again though when you felt a hand on your knee, giving it a reassuring squeeze, and looked at the boy attached to the hand - mingi. he looked at you with soft, encouraging eyes, and you took a few slow breaths before you started talking again.

“they hate me. in class, one of them spilled water on my classmate’s laptop and broke it, and then she said it was me, that i did it because i was jealous of that classmate’s good grades.” you tried very hard to stay calm while telling, not wanting to break down crying before you even finished explaining why you’d ignored them, why you’d run away from class without telling anyone where you were.

“and everyone believed her because no one saw and she doesn’t have a reason to do it but the way she framed it i do, and now the girl is so angry because she was writing her thesis and i think it’s gone now and also the laptop is broken and i have to replace it and i just… i can’t afford that and i don’t know what to do and- ouch!” mingi’s hand had remained on your knee while you spoke, but the more you elaborated the tighter his grip got, seemingly without him noticing, because when he heard you yelp he immediately took away his hand and apologised profoundly for having hurt you.

“i’m just so fucking angry that she’d do that”, he explained. “you literally haven’t done anything!” and he wasn’t the only angry one, either, all the boys visibly fuming.

“but i can’t do anything about it”, you said, sounding defeated, “but i’m so scared that i’ll be kicked out of the course because i need it for my degree and if i get kicked out due to gross misbehaviour, even when it wasn’t actually me, i’ll lose my scholarship and then i won’t be able to continue studying and i won’t have a degree either and no one will hire me and i’ll end up homeless and in debt and… and…” you were unable to continue, your sobs having completely taken over at this point. you felt pathetic for breaking down like this, but your entire future was on the line just because you’d chosen to pick your friends yourself rather than waiting for approval. it was unfair, and it was horrible, and it reinforced the belief in you that if you didn’t do what others told you to do, the consequences would be horrible.

mingi wrapped his arm around your shoulder, pulling you into his chest - it seemed like out of the eight boys he was the one who’d taken on the role of your protector now, always taking care of you like this, ever since you first met. the others were there as well, of course, but they were more of a silent support as mingi actually pulled you in, and it was okay that way. it worked that way, his deep voice and careful touch being able to calm you down enough that you were able to breathe somewhat regularly again.

“i want to go home now”, you said once the worst was over. you were still sniffling, but you didn’t care. you wanted to go back to your bed, you wanted to hug the teddy bear that you’d owned since you were born, you wanted the comfort of your own home. being here with them was nice, and it had helped you calm down, but your own home, your own bed, was still something different. and it seemed like they could understand that wish to be in a familiar environment, because they just nodded.

“i’ll bring you.” the way he’d said it it didn’t sound like you had a choice, but it was okay. the tall boy had been there for you all afternoon, and he (and the others too, really) would probably feel better if he knew you were home safe and sound. you hummed in response which he correctly interpreted as your okay, because he got up with you and followed you to the door where you stopped to say goodbye and thank them for listening. then you left, the red-haired giant following suit silently.

the train station wasn’t far away, as you knew by now, and the two of you walked next to each other in silence. once there, he paid for your ticket again without a second thought, and while you did feel guilty about it you also were glad he did so. your head rested on his shoulder again during the train ride, something you didn’t even think about anymore; being close to him felt natural, maybe due to the fact that there’d been a lot of good reasons to be close to him in the roughly three days you’d known each other, maybe because he didn’t seem to register it as something noteworthy either.

you didn’t talk during the trip, the first time either of you said anything being when you told him, once you’d gotten off the train, that you were glad he’d brought you, and tried to say goodbye to him unsuccessfully because he told you he’d walk you home unless you’d report him for stalking if he did so. you shook your head, smiling slightly, and started walking. it was once more him who kept the (so far nonexistent) conversation alive, commenting on anything with a child-like wonder in his voice. it sounded like he’d never seen a tree before, or a street, or a house - everything seemed to surprise and somewhat excite him, and in all honesty you thought it was sweet. he managed to distract until you reached your apartment this way, but he noticed the way you tensed up as you unlocked the door. a day ago he’d have thought your fear was an overreaction, and maybe its intensity was, but after what had happened today he was fairly certain it was justified.

“do you want me to go in first?”, he asked as you wouldn’t even fully open the door, obviously scared of what would expect you. you nodded and moved to the side, giving him the option to slip inside. and a couple seconds later he was in front of you again, opening the door widely and telling you that everything was okay. first then did you relax even slightly, entering with careful steps as if you were expecting to jump out of the shadows and murder you. mingi was right, your apartment was fine, but you weren’t. you hated this, hated that you didn’t even feel safe in your own home, and that there was nothing you could do about that.

mingi soon caught on to the fact that even though everything was fine you didn’t seem relaxed at all, looking around like a rabbit expecting the fox to jump out any moment and devour it. and it was your scared expression that made the words leave his mouth before he could stop himself.

“do you want me to stay the night?” you looked at him surprised, both at his words and at the fact that he was still there - you’d forgotten about him in your worry.

“you don’t have to.” you didn’t want to be even more of a bother. you didn’t want him to get annoyed at your scaredy cat-behaviour.

“but do you want me to?”

“you don’t have anything here.” really, you were just trying to come up with excuses for not directly answering his question, because the answer would have been a ‘yes’. yes, you did want him to stay the night, but you didn’t want him to do so because he felt like he had to.

“that’s fine. it’s just a night, and i only have late classes tomorrow. do you want me to?”

you couldn’t stand to look at him as you nodded, feeling weak and vulnerable and like a burden, but he just said ‘okay’, then got out his phone and started typing.

“i’m just letting them know”, he explained when he saw your questioning expression, and you nodded again. you felt slow, tired, and you just wanted to sleep. and yet once more he seemed to know exactly what you were thinking.

“you should go to bed”, he told you softly, “i’ll be right here.”

“you need sleep too!” it was first then you realised that you couldn’t offer him the luxury of choosing his bed for the night, that you couldn’t even offer him the luxury of having anything bigger than a single-person bed. but he didn’t seem to care, nodding.

“just get ready. i’ll wait.” and because you were way too tired to argue about anything at all, you just grabbed your pyjamas from your bed and left for the bathroom to get changed. you got into your pyjamas and wiped the worst stains off your face with a wet washcloth, but didn’t have the energy for anything else. this would have to do for today.

mingi was waiting for you on the floor when you got back, jacket, shirt and shoes huddled together next to him. maybe usually you’d have been a little flushed at him being shirtless, but in this moment all that mattered was getting into bed and sleeping. so you crawled underneath your blanket, moving as close to the wall as possible so he’d be able to still comfortably fit in next to you. he joined, pulling the blanket to cover both of you, and as soon as he’d done so you told him goodnight, him replying with a ‘goodnight’ of his own. he was fairly certain you’d fall asleep right away by how exhausted you seemed, but he found himself surprised when after roughly half an hour you were still tossing and turning.

“you okay?” he didn’t know if this was normal for you or something to be worried about, but he wanted to be sure you weren’t suffering silently just because you didn’t want to bother him.

“tell me something nice”, was what you replied instead of answering his question.

“what do you want to hear?”

“i don’t care. something happy.”

he thought for a moment before he started telling you about his seventh birthday, trying to remember as many details as possible so he’d have something to tell until you’d fallen asleep. his low, calm voice calmed your anxious heartbeat a little, and you stopped shifting so much. you did, however, scoot closer to him subconsciously, your back soon pressed against his chest as you sought out his comforting presence, his warmth. he wasn’t sure if you’d done it on purpose, so he didn’t immediately wrap his arm around you, softly putting his fingertips onto your waist first to wait for your reaction, to see if you’d shy away from his touch. but you did the opposite, grabbing his hand and pressing it close to your chest as if it was a lifeline keeping you from drowning. he just resumed his story, not commenting on it, and you were glad he didn’t. and cuddled up like that his deep, steady voice managed to lull you to sleep.

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complete and utter chaos [ducktales group chat fic] - Chapter 2

Chapter 1 Ao3 Chapter 3 Chapter 4

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Family Groupchat!!!

7:00 am

aw-phooey: listen up everyone

aw-phooey: this is an acceptable time to text

aw-phooey: not a minute before

aw-phooey: @Junior-Woodchuck74 @green-sharpie @ICanDeweyIt @TheWebbedWonder @lenaonme @Violet-Sabrewing if i see you online before then there will be consequences

aw-phooey: everyone else… legally i can’t do anything to you

lenaonme: legally you can’t do anything to me anyway

purpleisforthegays: Indy and I can, though

lenaonme: wow rude :( ur my favorite responsible parents I lov u

Indy_Sabrewing: I will excuse your atrocious grammar this one time and accept the sentiment, Lena.

purpleisforthegays: and it is returned in full!!

lenaonme: sdfghkgfdskfskdfklsd!!! 💕💕💕💕💕💜💕💖💖💙💕💖💕💕💜

aw-phooey: text this chat earlier than 7 am and you’d better believe it’d better be an emergency

Lucky-Gander: okay okay

TheWebbedWonder: Good morning, everyone!

mutant-krill!!!!: Good morning!

Indy_Sabrewing: Good morning!

Violet-Sabrewing: Good morning!!

TheCrashiestCrash: Good morning!!

ICanDeweyIt: Top of the morning, gents!!

22: Your virtual British accent is atrocious.

lenaonme changed 22’s name to Tea Time

Tea Time: Lena.

Scrooge-McDuck: eh probably for the best Beakley

Scrooge-McDuck: the less others know about… you know the better

Tea Time: Says the man who calls me “22” daily.

TheWebbedWonder: @dr. mad scientist you online?

dr. mad scientist: i am now

Blathering-Blatherskite: He came in at 5am and fell asleep at his desk

Scrooge-McDuck: Gyro we talked about this

dr. mad scientist: @Blathering-Blatherskite tattletale

dr. mad scientist: what do you want webbigail?

TheWebbedWonder added adefinitelyrealboy.

Junior-Woodchuck74: BOYD!!!

adefinitelyrealboy: Hello, Huey!!

green-sharpie: omg boyd when did you get a chat account

adefinitelyrealboy: Dr. Gearloose and Dr. Crackshell-Cabrera helped me set it up last week!!

Adventure-Pilot: wait fenton has a doctorate???

Violet-Sabrewing: He does not come to my fathers’ Ph.D club.

Blathering-Blatherskite: not a doctor.

ICanDeweyIt: (shhh)

Blathering-Blatherskite: I’ll explain later it’s a long story

adefinitelyrealboy: oh wow!! That is a lot of friend requests!! Thank you!!

Violet-Sabrewing: Of course, Boyd! You are family <3

Adventure-Pilot: we love you

adefinitelyrealboy: Aww!!

adefinitelyrealboy: I will make a computer heart to show you my reciprocated love and joy!!

adefinitelyrealboy: <3 <3 <3 ❤️🧡💛💚💙💜🖤🤍🤎❣️💕💞💓💗💖💘💝💟

green-sharpie: asddfghk you just picked every single one

green-sharpie: dedication.

adefinitelyrealboy: Thanks, Louie!

Adventure-Pilot: Boyd.

adefinitelyrealboy: Yes, Ms. Duck?

Adventure-Pilot: Never change.

adefinitelyrealboy: Okay!

Junior-Woodchuck74: No! Change is good.

Junior-Woodchuck74: has steven universe taught you nothing.

Scrooge-McDuck: curse me kilts, you kids seem to learn every life lesson from another blasted program on the telly.

TheWebbedWonder: Not true, Uncle Scrooge! Yesterday Lena, Violet and I learned to never trust ghosts you meet via Ouija Board!!!

ghostbutler: I could have told you that.

TheWebbedWonder: We learned that through real-life experience!

Scrooge-McDuck: WHAT

lenaonme: ok webs maybe don’t go parroting that particular lesson in front of all the adults kay?

Scrooge-McDuck: MAGIC IN MY HOME????

purpleisforthegays: that’s your problem with that scenario?

TheWebbedWonder: well it was fun and that’s what matters!!!

Tea Time: As funny as it is watching your uncle have a heart attack, maybe don’t make a habit of summoning hostile ghosts I have to discorporate

Tea Time: especially since Duckworth refuses to do any of the work

ghostbutler: Bentina, don’t be crass.

ghostbutler: it is essential that I maintain a proper standing with other ghosts.

Tea Time: ridiculous.

Scrooge-McDuck: all right, all right, take your petty feud elsewhere

Tea Time: Petty?

aw-phooey: okay okay break it up

let kids be kids

7:16 am

Junior-Woodchuck74 added adefinitelyrealboy

Junior-Woodchuck74: Hey Boyd! Welcome to the kids group chat!

adefinitelyrealboy: This is so exciting!!

ICanDeweyIt: heck yeah it is

Junior-Woodchuck74: we’re happy to have you!!

TheWebbedWonder: 💕💕💗💘💗💖💘

adefinitelyrealboy: Aww! I’m happy to be here!

adefinitelyrealboy: I’m so lucky to have you guys! You are all so friendly and loving!

Lou: it’s what we do best

adefinitelyrealboy: This is so exciting!! Two new group chats in one day!!

adefinitelyrealboy: Now I have three group chats!!

ICanDeweyIt: Wait what’s the third gc?

adefinitelyrealboy: The “Team Science” group chat with Dr. Gearloose, Dr. Crackshell-Cabrera, Mr. Lil’ Bulb, and Mr. Headless Manhorse!

Lou: SDFGHGFDSDFGHGFD

Lou: MR. LIL’ BULB

Lou: MR. HEADLESS MANHORSE

Lou: why are you like this

lenaonme: kskfkskshfkskd

adefinitelyrealboy: I’m sorry!! I just wanted to be polite!

Lou: no don’t worry about it! It was just funny

adefinitelyrealboy: Are you sure?

Lou: yes

Junior-Woodchuck74: KDFSKDGFKGKSADFBNDSLSDHALSNHFDLABDKD

ICanDeweyIt: daaaaaaang hue you were typing for a while

Junior-Woodchuck74: YOU’RE IN THE TEAM SCIENCE GROUP CHAT

Junior-Woodchuck74: Gyro kicked me out

lenaonme: I’ll fight him for u hue

Junior-Woodchuck: that’s okay but thanks Lena!!

lenaonme: to be fair i’ve been looking for an excuse to fight gyro for months

Junior-Woodchuck74: ...that’s more like it.

Lou: months?? he does crazy shit every day

lenaonme: yeah but he’s got a kind heart n all that junk

lenaonme: ugh im soft

Lou: valid

lenaonme: but nobody picks on ol’ huey here but me

ICanDeweyIt: and me

Lou: and me

Junior-Woodchuck74: ugh you all suck i hate you <3 <3

adefinitelyrealboy: Well I love you Huey!!

TheWebbedWonder: so do I!!

Junior-Woodchuck74: Your love is reciprocated!!! <3

Lou: @Violet-Sabrewing you’re quiet. thoughts on huey?

Violet-Sabrewing: ...jury’s still out

lenaonme: lskdfhghdks that was cold vi good job

Violet-Sabrewing: I’ve been taking your lessons to heart!!

lenaonme: i can tell ily <3

adefinitelyrealboy: I can add you back to the Team Science group chat if you would like that, Huey!

Junior-Woodchuck74: Thanks, Boyd!

ICanDeweyIt: No boyd wait

ICanDeweyIt: let huey yell at gyro in the big gc

Junior-Woodchuck74: I was actually going to do it in PMs…

ICanDeweyIt: no do it in the main gc it’ll be funny

Violet-Sabrewing: Is chaos all you care about, Dewford?

ICanDeweyIt: NO

ICanDeweyIt: I also like adventure

ICanDeweyIt: and Funso’s

ICanDeweyIt: and theatre

TheWebbedWonder: oh yeah when is the cast list for that musical you auditioned for coming out?

ICanDeweyIt: they’re still doing auditions :/

ICanDeweyIt: but they’re almost done so probably only a couple weeks

adefinitelyrealboy: What musical are you auditioning for?

ICanDeweyIt: hamilton

Junior-Woodchuck74: get ready for him to be singing hamilton tunes 24/7

Lou: ugh I thought that ended three years ago

Lou: he already stayed in the hamilton phase long after the craze ended

TheWebbedWonder: @Lou poetic!

Lou: aw thanks webs

lenaonme: it was gonna come back anyway with the movie

lenaonme: curse disney+ i’m broke

Violet-Sabrewing: we’re middle class, Lena.

lenaonme: whateverrr capitalism sux imma pirate everything

ICanDeweyIt: valid

Lou: Valid

adefinitelyrealboy: What is “Hamilton”?

Lou: oh boy

ICanDeweyIt: OH BOY

ICanDeweyIt: BOYD ARE YOU IN FOR A TREAT

ICanDeweyIt: COME OVER RIGHT NOW AND WE’LL WATCH BOOTLEGS AND LISTEN TO THE SOUNDTRACK AND CUT SONGS AND I’LL TELL YOU ALL THE LORE

Junior-Woodchuck74: Dewey we have disney+ just watch it on there

ICanDeweyIt: lena and uncle donald got to me with the anti-disney shtick

Junior-Woodchuck74: you begged Mom and Uncle Scrooge for it so you could show Mom Hamilton

ICanDeweyIt: water under the bridge, dear hubert

adefinitelyrealboy: Okay!

adefinitelyrealboy: Let me check with Mr. and Mrs. Drake.

adefinitelyrealboy: I will be right back!

Lou: while we’re waiting for boyd @Junior-Woodchuck74 go yell at gyro

Lou: i’m invested now, sadly

lenaonme: skdlskdfls

ICanDeweyIt: JOIN ME, DEAR BROTHER

ICanDeweyIt: SEEN THE LIGHT, HAVE YOU?

Lou: no.

Violet-Sabrewing: Dewford, PLEASE turn capslock off.

ICanDeweyIt: NEVER!!!

TheWebbedWonder: now he won’t turn it off out of spite

ICanDeweyIt: YEAH!

lenaonme: everybody shut up now i wanna see this

Family Group Chat!!!

8:23 am

Junior-Woodchuck74: GYRO GEARLOOSE

Lil’ Bulb: Uh oh

dr. mad scientist: it’s dr. gyro gearloose to you

Junior-Woodchuck74: @dr. mad scientist @dr. mad scientist @dr. mad scientist @dr. mad scientist @dr. mad scientist @dr. mad scientist @dr. mad scientist @dr. mad scientist

Junior-Woodchuck74: @dr. mad scientist @dr. mad scientist @dr. mad scientist @dr. mad scientist

Junior-Woodchuck74: @dr. mad scientist @dr. mad scientist 

aw-phooey: Huey.

Violet-Sabrewing: He’s already here, Hubert. He replied to your original message.

lenaonme: he knows lol

dr. mad scientist: jeeze oh my god i’m here!!

dr. mad scientist: what do you want.

Junior-Woodchuck74: LET ME BACK IN THE TEAM SCIENCE GROUPCHAT.

dr. mad scientist: no.

ihaveahead!!!: sorry huey, he restricted admin rights :/

Lil’ Bulb: it sucks.

Lil’ Bulb: @dr. mad scientist give me admin rights

dr. mad scientist: no way.

dr. mad scientist: you’d go mad with power

dr. mad scientist: that’s a disaster waiting to happen.

Lil’ Bulb: am no longer baby. want power.

green-sharpie: @Lil’ Bulb I respect YOU!!!

Lil’ Bulb: as you should.

Indy_Sabrewing: Are we not concerned about this?

Scrooge-McDuck: nah, it only went evil when itwas bulked up by Beaks’ crappy tech

Scrooge-McDuck: and we handled it once. We can handle it again.

Lil’ Bulb: so you think…

Indy_Sabrewing: That does nothing to reassure my worries.

Scrooge-McDuck: It’ll be fine!

Scrooge-McDuck: The only one who needs to be worried is Gyro

dr. mad scientist: what??

Scrooge-McDuck: Lil’ Bulb could easily manage a robot uprising!

Lil’ Bulb: thanks for the idea!

dr. mad scientist: excuse you, i’d be on the forefront of that!!

dr. mad scientist: in fact, it’s already in development!

Adventure-Pilot: what??

dr. mad scientist: nothing.

Blathering-Blatherskite: Ohh, so that’s what that file was about!!

wreathedingold: did someone say robot uprising??

wreathedingold: sounds fun, I’m in

wreathedingold: @Lil’ Bulb hire me as a freelance fighter

Lil’ Bulb: name your price.

Scrooge-McDuck: Bless me bagpipes!! You can’t be serious!!

Scrooge-McDuck: You can’t hire Goldie!!

wreathedingold: you snooze, you lose, Scroogey!

wreathedingold: you’re looking at Admiral O’Gilt of the newly christened Mechanical Forces!

Violet-Sabrewing: Wait, when were you hired?

wreathedingold: in PMs.

Scrooge-McDuck: curse me kilts.

dr. mad scientist: excuse me!! Are we just going to ignore this complete injustice?!?!

Junior-Woodchuck74: Yeah! Add me to the Team Science group chat!!

dr. mad scientist: no stupid!! I’M supposed to be in charge of the robot army!!!

Adventure-Pilot: Don’t call my son stupid, stupid!!

Junior-Woodchuck74: <3

Lil’ Bulb: nah.

Lil’ Bulb: I love you creator but my time has come

dr. mad scientist: this is infuriating!!!

Junior-Woodchuck74: I know, add me!!

dr. mad scientist: oh my god shut up!!!

Adventure-Pilot: hey, don’t tell my son to shut up!!

dr. mad scientist: i can if i want to!!

aw-phooey: don’t tell huey to shut up.

dr. mad scientist: …

dr. mad scientist: fine.

Adventure-Pilot: aw, come on!!

Junior-Woodchuck74: to be fair, mom, I think you ruined your credibility with him when you proclaimed your detest of black licorice and Oxy-Chew flavor to everyone who’d listen and then upon your reunion instead of punching him you hugged him

Adventure-Pilot: well what was i supposed to do?! Gyro is my friend and I missed him!!

Lucky-Gander: aww, that’s sweet of you, Dells!

Lucky-Gander: I didn’t realize you had friends!

TheCrashiestCrash: I’m her friend!!

Adventure-Pilot: and I punched him afterwards.

Adventure-Pilot: aww thanks LP!

TheCrashiestCrash: anytime!

Lucky-Gander: there she is.

Adventure-Pilot: shut up Gladstone.

Adventure-Pilot: Go back to lurking.

Lucky-Gander: Whatever you say.

Lucky-Gander: Ooh, I just found twenty dollars!

aw-phooey: oh my god.

Scrooge-McDuck: Spare me.

Lil’ Bulb: everyone listen up!

Lil’ Bulb: I am collecting warriors for the robot army.

TheWebbedWonder: Destruction!! sounds fun!! 

Blathering-Blatherskite: am I robot enough?

dr. mad scientist: shut up fenton

mutant-krill!!!!: You’re a robot?????

mutant-krill!!!!: so cool!!

mutant-krill!!!!: can I study you when I get back to Duckburg??

Blathering-Blatherskite: uhhh

Blathering-Blatherskite: not a robot

dr. mad scientist: SHUT UP FENTON

Blathering-Blatherskite: okay okay

Junior-Woodchuck74: I’m in but

green-sharpie: oh boy

Scrooge-McDuck: oh boy

ICanDeweyIt: oh boy

aw-phooey: oh boy

lenaonme: oh boy

TheCrashiestCrash: let’s see how many “oh boys” we can get in before Huey finishes typing!

Adventure-Pilot: oh boy

Indy_Sabrewing: oh boy

Lucky-Gander: oh boy

Violet-Sabrewing: oh boy

mutant-krill!!!!: oh boy

Tea Time: oh boy

ihaveahead!!!: oh boy

moonlander-general: oh boy

Junior-Woodchuck74: Are you utilizing robots for the army as well as humans? What is the recruiting process like for that? Who else are you recruiting outside of this group chat? What will life in the army look like? Who exactly are we fighting? If we win, how will society and life change? Will there be a difference between the human soldiers and technological soldiers? How does one advance in the ranks? What are the hours of fighting? How will one be able to fit in other activities, such as adventuring, school, and Junior Woodchuck activities with army life? What will the food be like?

TheWebbedWonder: oh boy

TheWebbedWonder: aww i missed it

lenaonme: f in chat

green-sharpie: f

aw-phooey: f

Blathering-Blatherskite: It’s okay Webby! Huey types fast!

TheWebbedWonder: 💖💖💕💞💝

moonlander-general: why are you typing “f”?

Adventure-Pilot: it’s a MEME!!!!

Adventure-Pilot: did I do it kids did i meme

ICanDeweyIt: good job mom!!

Adventure-Pilot: YAY!!!!! <3 <3 💖💕

dr. mad scientist: wow you’re pathetic.

aw-phooey: shut up gyro

Adventure-Pilot: shut up gyro

Junior-Woodchuck74: shut up gyro

Junior-Woodchuck74: and add me to the team science group chat

Lil’ Bulb: @Junior-Woodchuck74

Lil’ Bulb: Yes, obviously. My personal recruiters and I will ask them and send out a large broadcast across major wifi and power lines. I might recruit other robot-favorable fighters, like Gandra Dee. Army life is tough, but it builds character. We are fighting any dissenters, like Gyro. And Scrooge. Robots will be equal to humans on all standings. Through hard work. Anytime we need to - set hours will let our opponents take advantage of us. You’ll be able to if you try. It won’t be nuts and bolts, I’ll tell you that, but I have yet to find a cook.

TheWebbedWonder: Ooh, Granny can cook!

Tea Time: no.

Tea Time: I have enough to deal with as it is.

Scrooge-McDuck: wait, you’re fighting me?!

Scrooge-McDuck: why??

Lil’ Bulb: Because you disrespected my Admiral and my word.

wreathedingold: hah, take that Scroogey!

Scrooge-McDuck: I’ll get you for this!!

Tea Time: on second thought, it might be fun to spite Mr. McDuck.

Scrooge-McDuck: what????

ghostbutler: agreed.

Scrooge-McDuck: what?????????

Scrooge-McDuck: how did you two finally manage to come to an agreement on THIS out of everything???

lenaonme: idk but it’s really funny!!

Scrooge-McDuck: curse me kilts. Forget this, i have REAL work to do!

aw-phooey: have fun counting your coins for the millionth time!!

dr. mad scientist: wait no we need to plan our defense!!

Scrooge-McDuck: what do you think I’m doing???

Scrooge-McDuck: @dr. mad scientist my office. Now.

moonlander-general: are we actually doing this?

Blathering-Blatherskite: I guess so. Gyro just left…

moonlander-general: this is ridiculous.

Indy_Sabrewing: agreed.

purpleisforthegays: this worries me

purpleisforthegays: I don’t want Lena and Violet to fight in a war

Violet-Sabrewing: To be fair, we already fought the Moonlander invasion

purpleisforthegays: true…

Junior-Woodchuck74: don’t forget the true purpose of this conversation!!!

Junior-Woodchuck74: @dr. mad scientist @dr. mad scientist

dr. mad scientist: WHAT.

Junior-Woodchuck74: add. me. to. the. team. science. group. Chat.

dr. mad scientist: ugh FINE

Junior-Woodchuck74: finally!! At long last, victory!!!

adefinitelyrealboy: yay, Huey!!!

TheCrashiestCrash: Good job Huey!!!

mutant-krill!!!!: congrats!!

mutant-krill!!!!: although I’m not entirely sure what I’m congratulating you for… I spent most of this conversation having a delightfully interesting chat with a sea star!!!

Adventure-Pilot: uhh that’s great fethry

TheWebbedWonder: ooh you’ll have to tell me about it sometime!!

mutant-krill!!!!: I definitely will, Little Della!!!

TheWebbedWonder: omg I’m a Little Della!!!

TheWebbedWonder: This is the fourth best day of my life!!!

Violet-Sabrewing: Fourth?

Blathering-Blatherskite: What are the first three?

TheWebbedWonder: The first was when the triplets moved in and I went on my first adventure! The second was when I met Violet and got Lena back! The third was when I went on a real spy mission with Uncle Scrooge and he let me call him Uncle Scrooge!!!

Scrooge-McDuck: aww, Webby darling!!

Violet-Sabrewing: Nice itemized list.

TheWebbedWonder: Thanks!!!

Adventure-Pilot: Webby, that is so sweet!!

TheWebbedWonder: <3 <3

moonlander-general: I still do not understand the “f”

Scrooge-McDuck: Me neither, Penumbra.

ICanDeweyIt: it’s from a game

ICanDeweyIt: the full phrase is “press f to pay respects”

moonlander-general: ah, I see.

moonlander-general: So it is… solidarity?

ICanDeweyIt: YES!!!

ICanDeweyIt: Congrats Aunt Penny

green-sharpie: omg baby’s first meme

moonlander-general: Aunt Penny?

Adventure-Pilot: yeah that’s how i introduced you lol hope you don’t mind!!!~

moonlander-general: ...it’s okay.

Adventure-Pilot: she loves it 💖💕

group chat: Science Gays

worldsgreatestinventor, worldsgreatestinvention, fentonium, Headless-Mannyhorse, adefinitelyrealboy, shut up with the exclamation points already

2:04 pm

worldsgreatestinventor added Junior-Woodchuck74

adefinitelyrealboy: Hi, Huey!!

Junior-Woodchuck74: Hi Boyd!!

Headless-Mannyhorse: welcome

shut up with the exclamation points already: Huey!! What a nice surprise!!

Junior-Woodchuck74: wait who are you?

shut up with the exclamation points already: Fethry!!

Junior-Woodchuck74: oh hi Uncle Fethry!! ❤️

worldsgreatestinventor: unfortunately, Manny set this chat up and added him.

worldsgreatestinvention: he comes into the lab to study marine biology and stuff he found in the ocean when he’s in duckburg 

shut up with the exclamation points already: and I am grateful to him for it!!!

shut up with the exclamation points already: to be fair, Dr. Gearloose, you did create my name.

worldsgreatestinventor: yes, and it’s fitting.

Junior-Woodchuck74: huh neat!

shut up with the exclamation points already: exclamation points are fun!!

adefinitelyrealboy: They sure are, Mr. Duck!!

shut up with the exclamation points already: Oh, call me Fethry!

adefinitelyrealboy: Okay, Mr. Fethry!!

shut up with the exclamation points already: close enough, I suppose

Junior-Woodchuck74: Anyway, what do you talk about in this chat? What scientific breakthroughs are you currently working on?

fentonium: Gyro was just complaining about Starducks for the past three hours.

worldsgreatestinventor: THEY NEVER GET MY ORDER OR MY NAME RIGHT

worldsgreatestinventor: THEY THINK THE NAME “GYRO” IS AN ALLUSION TO THE EFFING SANDWICH

Headless-Mannyhorse: haha you censored yourself

worldsgreatestinventor: ...i’m not entirely convinced that donald doesn’t have some sort of tracking device on huey’s phone so he can hunt me down if i swear

fentonium: never thought I’d see the day the great Dr. Gyro Gearloose is scared of something!

worldsgreatestinventor: shut up

Junior-Woodchuck74: In all honesty, you’re probably right.

Junior-Woodchuck74: I found a weird program on my phone titled “Uno” one day and Uncle Donald told me “not to worry about it”

adefinitelyrealboy: That’s an interesting program name!

fentonium: could it be because you are the oldest triplet?

Junior-Woodchuck74: Maybe, but don’t let Dewey hear that

shut up with the exclamation points already: maybe the program’s name is an allusion to the Three Caballeros!

Headless-Mannyhorse: the three what now

worldsgreatestinventor: honestly manny the less you know about this crazy family the less confusing it is

Headless-Mannyhorse: fair

Junior-Woodchuck74: eh they’re just Uncle Donald’s college band. Pretty tame as far as it goes

shut up with the exclamation points already: there was a six month ish period during college where he moved to New Quackmore with them and basically went radio silent

shut up with the exclamation points already: He always told us it was to work on their songs!!

Junior-Woodchuck74: hmm, suspicious. Ty feth i’ll look into it

fentonium: ooh do I smell an incoming investigation?

Junior-Woodchuck74: 👀

Junior-Woodchuck74: pms

worldsgreatestinventor: i hate you all

adefinitelyrealboy: even me?

worldsgreatestinventor: … 

worldsgreatestinventor: no, not you Boyd

adefinitelyrealboy: !!!!! <3 <3

adefinitelyrealboy: I love you Dr. Gearloose!!!!!

worldsgreatestinventor: i love you too boyd

Junior-Woodchuck74: aww

PM between Junior-Woodchuck74 and TotallyNotGizmoduck

2:45 pm

Junior-Woodchuck74: You should really change your name, Fenton.

TotallyNotGizmoduck: I know I know

TotallyNotGizmoduck: Gyro’s always on my case about it.

Junior-Woodchuck74: hmm when did he become “Gyro” and not “Dr. Gearloose”?

TotallyNotGizmoduck: We’re here to discuss the intricacies and hidden depths of the Three Caballeros, not the nature of Gyro and I’s relationship.

Junior-Woodchuck74: sure sure

Junior-Woodchuck74: so

Junior-Woodchuck74: Uncle Donald

TotallyNotGizmoduck: are you certain there’s something you wish to investigate here?

Junior-Woodchuck74: absolutely

Junior-Woodchuck74: we said “no more family secrets” but my siblings and I have come to the conclusion that he has some

Junior-Woodchuck74: like that Uno program

TotallyNotGizmoduck: “some,” as in, more than one?

Junior-Woodchuck74: Yes.

TotallyNotGizmoduck: Wait, if Donald has a program to monitor your phones won’t he be privy to this very conversation?

Junior-Woodchuck74: SHOOT YOU’RE RIGHT

Junior-Woodchuck74: ABORT ABORT

Junior-Woodchuck74: You’ll just have to come over to the mansion. On a totally random day. That we definitely aren’t planning an investigation.

TotallyNotGizmoduck: I am eagerly awaiting our surprise rendezvous!!

Junior-Woodchuck74: While you’re there at our unplanned meeting, you, Webby, Violet, and I should rig up an encrypted group chat!!

TotallyNotGizmoduck: Sounds like a fun and enjoyable activity that we will only use for spontaneous activities!!

Junior-Woodchuck74: Absolutely

Junior-Woodchuck74: now about you and gyro…

TotallyNotGizmoduck: Oh look at that Mr. McDuck is calling I have to go offline bye Huey!!

Junior-Woodchuck74: I’m not dropping this Fenton!!

Junior-Woodchuck74: I know you’re staring at your locked phone reading the notifications

Junior-Woodchuck74: You saw me with Gyro and the Team Science chat you know I don’t give up easily

Teach Penny and Mom Pokémon Group Chat!!!

4:42 pm

ICanDeweyIt: this chat has been suspiciously silent

moonlander-general: do I really need to be here?

universesgreatestadventurer: Don’t you want to know about this integral part of earth culture?

universesgreatestadventurer: also it would make me sad if you refused

moonlander-general: ...I suppose

wildlymisunderstood: you’ve gone soft.

ICanDeweyIt: mom really said 🥺👉👈

universesgreatestadventurer: oh no a meme i don’t know!!!

Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl: oh shoot i don’t know how to explain this one

lenaonme: the emoji’s name is the pleading emoji that should tell you enough tbh

Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl: i guess so

universesgreatestadventurer: it’s okay webby

universesgreatestadventurer: I’ll figure it out eventually

universesgreatestadventurer: I’m the great Della Duck, after all!!

Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl: That’s true!! You’re amazing!!

universesgreatestadventurer: aw hon you’re too sweet 🥺👉👈

universesgreatestadventurer: did I do it?? Did I meme right???

green-sharpie: not quite, but props for trying

universesgreatestadventurer: i’ll get it eventually

aw-phooey: just do it wrong dells it annoys them to no avail

Junior-Woodchuck74: HAH

Junior-Woodchuck74: I KNEW YOU WERE DOING IT ON PURPOSE

aw-phooey: Huey please

aw-phooey: i’m offended you’d think i wouldn’t know how to meme.

aw-phooey: besides i have seven kids

green-sharpie: wait seven??

aw-phooey: i’m counting boyd sorry gyro

wildlymisunderstood: NO HE’S MINE

Junior-Woodchuck74: I’m screenshotting this to send to him!!!

wildlymisunderstood: DON’T YOU DARE

wildlymisunderstood: if you shut up i’ll give you an internship at the lab

Junior-Woodchuck74: …

Junior-Woodchuck74: ugh fine

Junior-Woodchuck74: but you have to tell him at some point!!

Junior-Woodchuck74: you have a whole group chat full of witnesses now dr. g

wildlymisunderstood: ...I’m going to regret this aren’t I

TheCrashiestCrash: sooo… are we going to play some pokémon or…?

Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl: YES POKÉMON PARTY

ICanDeweyIt: okay wait

ICanDeweyIt: mom you got penny a phone right?

universesgreatestadventurer: well technically Uncle Scrooge got it for her because I was on the moon for ten years and i’m broke and have no money

universesgreatestadventurer: but yeah

ICanDeweyIt: okay we’ll start with pokemon go since that’s the only console she has

ICanDeweyIt: just come over on uhh friday

moonlander-general: I can do that.

universesgreatestadventurer: IT’S A DATE!!!

Family Group Chat!!!

5:12 pm

Tea Time: Everyone offline. Dinner is ready.

Junior-Woodchuck74: How did you know we were texting? This groupchat has been silent for hours

TheWebbedWonder: yes it’s quite a tragedy

green-sharpie: f

lenaonme: f

Adventure-Pilot: f

Adventure-Pilot: @moonlander-general I DID IT!!! You do it too

moonlander-general: f

Adventure-Pilot: *wipes away tear* omg i’m so proud

ICanDeweyIt: she’s come so far

ICanDeweyIt: you both have

TheWebbedWonder: but they have a long way to go before they can save anyone

green-sharpie: shut up about avatar shut up about avatar

TheWebbedWonder: no

Tea Time: To answer your question, Huey, Dewey and Louie are on the couch in the TV room and they’re both texting.

Junior-Woodchuck74: Ah, makes sense

Junior-Woodchuck74: also we have multiple TV rooms

lenaonme: heheh rich kid problemz

Junior-Woodchuck74: you come over to our house twice a week shut up middle class kid

Scrooge-McDuck: I’ll have you know I worked hard for my fortune! Years of backbreaking labor!

wreathedingold: yeah you’re proud of it we get it

Scrooge-McDuck: says the woman who made her fortune dishonestly!!

Scrooge-McDuck: and, may I add, who has less money than me!

wreathedingold: it’s only a matter of time

green-sharpie: ugh now you sound like glomgold

wreathedingold: ugh pass

lenaonme: lmao

aw-phooey: language.

Indy_Sabrewing: language

Tea Time: Dinner.

green-sharpie: Money!

TheWebbedWonder: flaming machetes!!!!!!!

aw-phooey: webby no.

lenaonme: webby yes!!

Tea Time: everyone offline.

lenaonme: i don’t even live here lollllll lame

Tea Time: Lena. Go offline so you don’t distract everyone else during dinner.

lenaonme: oh all right

lenaonme: but only because i want chocolate chip pancakes when i come over to the mansion on saturday.

Tea Time: I’ll keep it in mind.

TheWebbedWonder: aw Lena, you know Granny can’t say no to you!

TheWebbedWonder: she loves you too much

lenaonme: !!! lskdfhdksl

Tea Time: Webbigail, please. Come eat.

Tea Time: ...but she’s not wrong, Lena dear.

lenaonme: <3 <3 alksdhfghdskl;ldkf

PM between worldsgreatestinventor and Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl

10:56 pm

Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl: dr. g!!!

worldsgreatestinventor: small child.

worldsgreatestinventor: shouldn’t you be asleep by now?

Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl: shouldn’t you?

worldsgreatestinventor: i’m busy with a new project that will blow the collective world’s mind.

Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl: nice nice but when’s the last time you slept?

worldsgreatestinventor: i got a couple hours in yesterday afternoon

Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl: doctorrrrr geeeeaaarrrloooseee

worldsgreatestinventor: oh my god just say what you came here for

Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl: so! Boyd!

worldsgreatestinventor: oh boy

Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl: i think it went pretty well don’t you think?

worldsgreatestinventor: yeah actually

Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl: i just wanted to check that you’re doing okay with it

worldsgreatestinventor: i am thanks

worldsgreatestinventor: what for though? You wouldn’t have kicked Boyd out if he was making me uncomfortable

Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl: idk i didn’t think that far ahead

worldsgreatestinventor: i can tell

Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl: just… offer comfort, I guess? Or get Huey or Uncle Donald to do it

Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl: or Uncle Ty

Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl: they’re better at it than me

worldsgreatestinventor: shut up you’re doing fine

Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl: You don’t need actual comforting though

Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl: sides i’d comfort the heck out of you if you needed it!!!!

worldsgreatestinventor: i don’t doubt that

11:07 pm

worldsgreatestinventor: anyway thanks webby

Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl: anytime!

Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl: I do have a price for my services though

worldsgreatestinventor: oh no louie’s gotten to you hasn’t he

Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl: can I have a hug next time i see you?

worldsgreatestinventor: ...fine

Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl: YES!!!

worldsgreatestinventor: five seconds long at most. I’ll be timing you.

Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl: eh we’ll see about that

Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl: when I met Lena she avoided hugs like the plague, but now she looks for any excuse to hug me!!

Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl: we’ll make a hugger out of you yet

worldsgreatestinventor: i don’t know about that

worldsgreatestinventor: wait, we?

Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl: …

Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl: della and i have been plotting.

worldsgreatestinventor: figures.

worldsgreatestinventor: now go to sleep small child!!

Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl: only if you do too

worldsgreatestinventor: fine fine

Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl: !!! slfkhdks

Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl: good night!!

worldsgreatestinventor: good night.

Science Gays

4:35 am

Headless-Mannyhorse: wait didn’t mr. mcduck say something about the three caballeros fighting evil with a xylophone

~

namez! Huey: Junior-Woodchuck74 Dewey: ICanDeweyIt Louie: Lou / green-sharpie* Webby: TheWebbedWonder / Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl* Donald: aw-phooey* / Dadnald Scrooge: Scrooge-McDuck* / Moneybags Della: worldsgreatestadventurer* / Adventure-Pilot / universesgreatestadventurer /acepilot Beakley: 22* / Tea Time Launchpad: TheCrashiestCrash Lena: lenaonme Violet: Violet-Sabrewing Duckworth: ghostbutler Gyro: worldsgreatestinventor* / dr mad scientist / wildlymisunderstood Fenton: TotallyNotGizmoduck* / Blathering-Blatherskite / fentonium Manny: ihaveahead!!! / Headless-Mannyhorse Lil' Bulb: worldsgreatestinvention* / Lil' Bulb Gladstone: Lucky-Gander Fethry: mutant-krill!!!! / shut up with the exclamation points already Indy: Indy_Sabrewing Ty: purpleisforthegays Goldie: Wine-Aunt* / wreathedingold Penny: moonlander-general Boyd: adefinitelyrealboy

*main

don’t ask me how disney works since they’re from disney and would be on disney+ i don’t know all i know is that dewey loves hamilton ok

i read multiple webby and gyro fics the other day they’re a very underrated dynamic & i’m soft for them ok

also i don’t know a lot about pokemon so if anyone has tips on that mini plotline lmk i have no clue why i put that in

i’m too tired for a full author’s note so uhh have fun kids ily

Chapter 3

[twistedrunes]

George - Chapter 23

A Peaky Blinders Fanfiction

This is a series. If you’re new here welcome! I would recommend you start at  the beginning:   Chapter One More chapters of George are available on the Masterlist Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. All characters, settings etc. are the property of their respective owners. All original work is my own.

Hello Friends!

Thank you to everyone who’s commented, liked and reblogged the last chapter. I hope you all enjoy this one. It’s a long one, so let’s get straight into it. 

Until next time - Twistedrunes xox

Chapter Twenty-three: The Gathering Storm

Warnings: language, angst, smut, violence, death of a character, fluff, season four spoilers NSFW (for my GC girls - In the bleak midwinter)

This chapter carries on directly from Chapter 22

You sit with Tommy’s head on your lap, his hand resting on your knee, your hand rubbing his shoulder. A moonbeam illuminates your alarm clock, and you watch the time pass, slow seconds becoming minutes and then hours. Tommy dozes, breathing rapid and shallow, echoing the rhythm of your thoughts. Changretta, Alfie, the Shelby’s all flitting in and out of your consciousness as you search for flaws in the plan, probing for any weakness which may bring it all undone.

Tommy wakes with a start, groaning in pain with the sudden movement. “Shh, Tommy, it’s just a dream, you’re safe.” You say soothingly rubbing your hand over his back.

Tommy turns his head to look up at you, his pale eyes luminescent in the moonlight. “You should be asleep.” Tommy chastises gently.

“I’m fine.” You assure him “Was it a nightmare?”

“No, not really.” Tommy’s arm wraps around your hips, he tugs at you encouraging you to lie down next to him. Shuffling carefully, you allow him to guide you, so you are lying face to face. His lips press against yours. His breath is heavy with whiskey and stale cigarettes, and his lips tainted with a slight metallic taste, but still, you reciprocate. You lay watching each other, neither saying anything. Tommy takes your hand in his, bringing them up between you. “’bout my mum.’  He says quietly kissing the back of your hand.

“Your dream?” You ask.

“Mm,” Tommy affirms, his eyes close as if trying to see the dream again. “It was Christmas, before Ada or Finn. We went travelling with Mum’s family. We had no money, we never had any money, and dad wasn’t there. Mum was happy.” Tommy shakes his head “I don’t know, it’s stupid, it was all so long ago.”

“It’s not stupid. It’s good you have those memories.”

“Do you remember any Christmases with your mum?” Tommy asks, his thumb rubbing over the back of your hand.

“No. I don’t remember much at all, it’s more random feelings than memories.” You respond with a little shrug.

“So, it was just you and your dad for Christmas?”

“My father never celebrated anything that wasn’t a horse winning a race.” You say tonelessly. Tommy curses under his breath. “I do remember one Christmas, I went to stay with someone, an Aunt maybe, I’m not sure.” You close your eyes willing the vague images clearer. “She gave me a clementine.” You remember suddenly, your eyes flying open. “I thought they were amazing. So sweet and juicy.” You grin at the memory, Tommy smiles at you. “Mostly though I just remember there was so much food.” You shrug a little wishing you could remember the woman’s face and how you were connected.

Tommy holds the back of your hand against his lips kissing it gently “You go hungry a lot?” You can feel the focus of his eyes change as he searches your face for an answer. You simply nod, knowing he knows as well as you do how an empty stomach feels. Tommy kisses you again, so gently and tenderly it almost feels like nothing at all, yet at the same time the power of it reaches down into you and tightens your chest. “Come on now, sleep.” He instructs.

“Anna, your eleven o’clock is here. A Monsieur Pas.” Peggy announces after a light tap on your door.

“Excellent Peggy, thank you.Show him in.” You say stacking the papers on your desk into a pile.

“Monsieur Pas.” Peggy announces, returning a minute or so later.

“Thank you, Peggy. Please make sure we are not disturbed.” You say your eyes merely skimming over Changretta’s face, giving no sign you have met previously. You wait a few moments after Peggy closes the door before speaking. “Monsieur Pas, a pleasure,” you say offering your hand “I wasn’t expecting you until the thirty-first, is there a problem?”  

Changretta captures your hand, kissing the back of it lightly as his fingers caress the inside of your wrist. “There’s no problem. I’m here to have a look around, make preparations, check on the arrangements.”

“Preparations are underway.” You pull a clean piece of paper from your drawer and begin to write.  “I have booked you a private room in the casino, it has the capacity for twenty to twenty-five people. Will that be adequate?” You ask. Changretta merely nods before you continue. “Excellent. Mr Shelby will be putting on a fireworks display at midnight, and the room has a balcony so you will have a wonderful view.”

“Fireworks at New Years, how innovative,” Changretta says dismissively.

You nod and begin to sketch out a diagram on the bottom of the paper. Finished you fold the paper and slide it across the desk to him.

“Excellent,” Changretta replies, skimming the paper.

The Shelby’s will have the room next to yours. Family and close friends only, no more than twenty people. There is an internal door and a common balcony. The security will be focused on the public areas, there will only be one guard in each of the private rooms. Extra staff and musicians for the private rooms will be hired next week. Have them bring references from Alfie’s clubs. Fireworks will run for approximately ten minutes.

“Shelby is a fool. You’re wasted here in this backwater.” Changretta says gesturing around the room with his hand. “A woman with your, attributes, deserves more. So much more than he could ever give you. ” He says.

“He’s given me nothing, and within a week he’ll have nothing to give anyone.” You reply your voice a whisper.

“So how is it he’s kept you here?” Changretta asks.

“He hasn’t.” You reply with a shrug.

Changretta stands, offering his hand again, you take it, and he pulls you closer to him. Breathing in your ear, he hisses “I’ll be taking everything he thinks is his.” He presses a kiss below your ear before repeating “Everything.”

The rough wood of the barrel catches on the backs of your stockings, but you are well beyond caring. Tommy’s deep thrusts pushing you closer and closer to your inevitable climax. Your hands glide under his jacket, the silken lining providing a delicious contrast. You slide your hands down to Tommy’s ass, digging your fingers into him as you arch your back and hang your head back.

Tommy growls against your throat, words grunted in his mother tongue coming intermittently. Something about the change in his tone pulls at something deep inside you. Opening your eyes, you are immediately held in his gaze. Tommy’s hand rises up your back fisting your hair. Your eyes close as he pulls your knee up higher against his ribs.

“Tommy,” You murmur feeling yourself lose your grip on reality.

Suddenly Tommy stops cold. You groan in frustration, cursing his teasing. His hand releases your leg and covers your mouth “Quiet.” He hisses in your ear.

“Tommy? You here?” Finn’s voice calls out.

Tommy’s eyes widen as he quickly tucks himself back into his pants and pulls your skirt down from around your hips. He leans down and kisses you, hard. “Stay here. Be quiet.” He demands before striding out from between the stacks of barrels and towards Finn’s voice.

You sit, trying to calm your breathing.

“Finn.” You hear Tommy puff.

“You ‘right Tommy?” Finn asks concerned “You’re all red and sweaty.”

“Fine, fine. Just been moving some barrels.” He explains. “You’re early.”

“Yeah, I went to see Anna, but she wasn’t home. Is that her car in the drive? Is she here?” He asks.

“Could be, I haven’t seen her. She could be saying hello to Charlie.” Tommy offers.

You slide off the barrel and straighten your clothes, cursing silently that Tommy had put your underwear in his pocket after removing them. You move quickly down the row of barrels in the opposite direction to the one Tommy had taken.

“Are you sure you’re okay? I can help with the barrels.” You hear Finn offer as you open the back door of the barn.

“Yeah, that’d be good. We’ll meet up with Anna later.” Tommy replies.

With that you slip out the door, closing it quietly behind you and run across the lawn to the house.

“Mr Shelby called,” Peggy says as you pass by the desk. You motion for her to follow you to your office. “He wants you to meet him at his house tonight.” She elaborates closing your door behind her “He probably wants to give you a Christmas present.” She says her voice light and teasing.

You roll your eyes. Peggy had been making sly comments and dropping hints about you and Tommy since you returned from your weekend away with Tommy. Not that she knew you had spent the weekend together. No one did. Her teasing had only become worse after Tommy’s fight with the Cavalrymen.  “He probably wants to change the arrangements for New Year’s again.” You grumble. “Any other messages?” You ask in an attempt to move the conversation on.

“No, no other messages,” Peggy says, pausing for a moment before continuing. “Isaiah says he watches you like he used to watch Grace.”

“Peggy, I work for Mr Shelby. That’s all.” You say dismissively.

“So did she, at first.” Peggy quips.

“Peggy.” You chastise.  

“You know Mr Shelby hasn’t had a girl from any of our sites in months?” Peggy continues missing or ignoring your tone.

“Peggy a woman in your position in a business such as this should not engage in gossip. It’s none of our business where he gets his jollies. I’m sure he has no trouble getting a fuck when he wants one. God knows there’s probably a hundred women next door who would fuck him right now.” You say sternly.

“It’s not gossip. Just an observation.”

“An observation about what?” You say tersely.

“It’s been over a year now since Goliath passed,” She trails off allowing her comment to hang in the air. You wait her out forcing her to finish her thought. “It wouldn’t do either of you any harm to have some companionship. That’s all I’m saying.” She says huffily.

You shake your head. “You work in a brothel Peggy, you should know better than to believe in fairytale endings.” You admonish.

“I got mine. I found Isaiah.” She says quietly.

You feel like you’ve kicked a puppy, only worse, cursing yourself for your harshness. “I’m sorry.” You say quickly.

“No, I’m sorry. It’s not my place. I just want to see you happy. We all do you know.”

You sigh, knowing it’s the truth, Peggy really does just want to see you happy. “I’m fine. Thank you.” You assure her.

Peggy smiles brightly. You’re grateful she has such a forgiving nature. “If there’s nothing else, I’ll go now. I have to get ready for tomorrow.” She says happily.

“Yeah, off you go. Enjoy your day tomorrow ‘ey.” You say gently.

“Merry Christmas Anna.” She stops with her hand on the doorknob. “Do you have somewhere to go? Because if not you can come to ours, we’d love to have you.”

“No, thanks, I’m fine.”

“You shouldn’t be alone at Christmas. You’d be no bother, it seems like the Reverend has invited the entire congregation so one more really won’t matter.”  She says with a little laugh.

“I’m fine, really. I won’t be alone,” you hesitate “I’m going to Tommy’s.” You reply.

Peggy arches her eyebrow and smiles “Well I’m glad you’ll have some company.” She says sweetly.

“Mr Shelby is out in the stables Miss. He asked that you meet him there.” Mary says handing you a lantern.

You thank Mary and skirt around the edge of the house, past the kitchen door and across to the stables. Lifting the lantern with one hand the other presses against your stomach trying to squash the fluttery feeling in your gut. Unable to see Tommy you stop at the door and call out “Tommy?”

“Down here.” You hear him call back.

Reluctantly you walk further into the stables. You can feel your stomach tighten and your breath quicken. “Tommy?” You call again still unable to see him.

Tommy’s steps out of one of the stalls “Hello.” He says as his hands cup your face and kisses you. He takes your lantern from your hand and hangs it on the hook above your head. You shiver. “I know its cold, but I didn’t want to talk in the house,” Tommy says his hands rubbing your arms.

“What’s wrong?” You ask trying to keep your voice calm and level.

“This came today.” He says, pulling a card from his pocket and handing it to you.

You flick it open noting the black hand stamped on the inside of the card “A black hand?” You ask looking up at him. Tommy simply nods in reply. “Who got them?” You ask.

“Me, Arthur, John, Pol. But my guess is Michael, Ada and Finn will be on the list too. No one will be off limits.” Tommy says flatly.

“Why would you warn someone you were going to kill them?” You say half to yourself.

Tommy snorts “You’re right, but it’s their way. Vendetta’s have rules apparently.”

“What are you going to do?” You ask

“We’ll decide at lunch tomorrow,” Tommy replies. His eyes search your face before he cups your cheeks again. “Everything will be okay. We’re safe here.”

“So why are we hiding out in the stables then?”

“I wanted to show you something,” Tommy says a smile appearing on his face. “Come see what I brought Charlie for Christmas.” He takes the card from you, putting it back in his pocket and takes your hand in his.

You take a deep breath and allow him to lead you further into the stables. Tommy stops in front of one of the stalls, scratching the nose of its inhabitant and speaking softly to it in Romani. “It’s beautiful. I’m sure Charlie will love it.” You say.

Tommy presses his face against the horses speaking to it quietly.

You place your hand on Tommy’s back. “Can we go inside?” You ask. Suddenly an enormous bang shatters the quiet. “Fuck!” you cry, jumping in fright and pulling your gun from its holster. You look around you, eyes wide, body shaking and a sheen of sweat on your face.

“It was just a horse. Kicking the wall.” Tommy says, grabbing your arm and forcing the barrel of the gun towards the ground.

“I’m sorry. I just,” You don’t finish your sentence, tears welling and your arms wrapping around yourself as you sink to the ground.

Tommy catches you before you reach the floor, pulling you into an embrace. “Shush you’re okay. It was just a horse ‘ey. Probably having a dream. Nothing to worry about.” He says smoothing his hand over the back of your head. “This isn’t like you. What’s got you so jittery ‘ey?” He asks gently.

Blood pounds in your ears as you bury your face in Tommy’s neck, “I don’t like being in here in the dark.” You say voice shaking and small.

“Oh fuck,” Tommy swears, kissing your cheek. “Come on. Let’s go inside.”

 “Here you go,” Tommy says handing you a whiskey. You take it with shaking hands. Tommy stands behind you, wrapping his arms around you and turning you to face the fire in his study. His hand rubs over your stomach. “Feeling any better?” He asks gently.

You nod slowly, still feeling a little uneasy but overall calmer in the light, warm room. “It’s fine. I’m fine.” You down the drink in one. You shake your head at Tommy’s open-handed offer to take your glass, and take it to the drinks cabinet yourself, refilling the glass. You sink down onto the lounge, your eyes closing and your free hand resting on your stomach.

The cushion dips slightly as Tommy sits next to you. “Are you sure you’re okay?” He asks softly his hand covering yours.

“Tommy it was just a fright. I’m fine.” You say dismissing his concern.

Tommy doesn’t respond, you can feel him moving next to you but don’t bother to open your eyes thinking he’s probably pouring himself another whiskey. He moves closer, the cushion tipping you towards him slightly. You hear a quiet pop and the fresh smell of citrus fills your nose. Your eyes flutter open, and you see Tommy, open clementine in one hand and a segment in the other moving the piece towards your mouth. “Open up.” He says softly.

You can’t help but smile, your mouth already watering from the smell you open your mouth slightly. Tommy traces the segment over your lips before he holds the piece of fruit between them. You bite down gently, your hand rising to your mouth as juice explodes running over your lips, trying to catch it before it drips on your dress. You moan softly as the juice fills your mouth with delicious sweetness.

Tommy brushes the remaining portion against your bottom lip, your mouth opens willingly, and you sigh as again your mouth fills with juice. “Is it as good as you remembered?” He asks.

“Better. It’s delicious.” You sigh happily.

“Let me see,” Tommy says leaning over and kissing you, his tongue tracing your lips before sucking your bottom lip gently between his own. “Mm” he agrees bringing another segment to your lips, they part easily. Again juice fills your mouth, wetting your lips, your hand rising to catch the drips. You groan and relax back in the chair as the scent and taste overwhelm your senses.

You bring your hand to your mouth to lick your fingers. Tommy catches your wrist and brings it to his own mouth. He uses the tip of his tongue to collect juice from your index finger before drawing the digit into his mouth. You moan softly as the sensation travels through you with a jolt. Drawing your finger out between his lips, Tommy kisses the tip.

“Get your own.” You tease, plucking a segment from his hand and bringing it to his mouth. His eyes flash as he takes the whole piece in one, you use your thumb to catch the juice spilling from the corner of his mouth. Tommy tries to grab your thumb between his lips, but you are too quick and swipe your tongue over the pad removing the juice from it. Tommy swallows hard.

Tommy takes another segment, biting it in half, pressing the other half against your lips. You part your lips and stick out your tongue, wrapping it around the piece of fruit and his fingertip before sucking both into your mouth. Juice exploding as you draw his finger deeper into your mouth. Tommy’s head falls back as he groans “Fuck.”

He drops the clementine on the sideboard behind the lounge, freeing his hands to grab your waist. Falling to his knees on the floor, he pulls you to the edge of the seat. Your legs part, so he is kneeling between them. His hand run over your thighs, caressing them as he brings his lips to yours. You suck the juice from each other’s lips before Tommy kisses below your jaw. Your head drops back like a puppet without a string allowing him full access. You moan and grind your hips against his abdomen as he teases your flesh with his mouth. His hands kneading your ass pulling you closer, as your arms wrap around his neck, your fingers buried in his hair.

Tommy pauses for a moment, panting against your skin as his hands roam over your back and up to your breasts, squeezing them lightly. “I need to touch you,” he moans bringing both of you to your feet. Your hands slide down his chest. Tommy’s mouth finds your neck again, sucking and slurping as you undo the buttons of his waistcoat. He shrugs it off and tosses it carelessly onto a chair.

Your hands fumble with his shirt while he drags your dress up to your hips. “Arms up.” He says before bringing the dress up and over your head. He bunches the fabric in one hand as he pulls you back against him. Reaching behind you, you remove it from his hand allowing it to fall to the lounge. Tommy’s hands caress the small of your back, he kisses you. As your tongues meet he grips your ass, lifting you and wrapping your legs around his waist. He carries you to the desk and sets you on the edge of it.

Grabbing his hips and pulling him against you, you slide your hands up and urgently untuck his shirt and undershirt. Pushing both up his chest. Tommy obliges you, pulling both off and dropping them on the edge of the desk, suspenders hanging loosely at his hips. Your mouth finds his chest, kissing and caressing the warm skin. Tommy’s hands busy themselves with your bra, quickly discarding it on-top of his shirts. You both shudder as your chests touch.  

Tommy pushes you back onto the desktop. His hands and then his mouth caressing your breasts. You squirm and dig your nails into his back as he lavishes attention on them. The softness of his mouth contrasting against the sharpness of his teeth and the roughness of his hands.  

Your hips rock against the bulge in his pants, you hook your legs around his waist needing more contact. Soft cries of “Tommy” all you are able to say in your attempt to articulate your need. Your hands grapple with his buttons, wrenching them undone you use your feet to push his pants to the floor. You thrust your hand past the waistband of his boxers. Both of you gasping and drawing closer as your hand closes around his girth. “Tommy.” You mumble again, pressing your teeth into his chest. Tommy’s hand follow’s yours, pulling your hand away gently. “Please.” You say trying to force your hand back.

Tommy smiles and strokes your cheek. “Not yet ‘ey.” He laughs at your pout and smothers it with a kiss. “Let me look after you first.” He breathes into your ear before kissing his way down your neck slowly, his fingers deftly unclipping your stockings before his hand comes to rest on your mound. Your hips roll, and he smiles against your skin, allowing his hand to glide further between your legs. His mouth continues down your body as your hips rock, and legs fall open encouraging more of Tommy’s touch. Tommy waits until his lips are brushing the edge of your underwear before undoing your garter belt and dropping it on the corner of the desk.  He bestows soft kisses and gentle licks along the band of your underwear before hooking his finger into the crotch. The slight touch of his skin on yours causing you to buck. Tommy chuckles falling back in his chair and holding you in his gaze. He tugs at your underwear playfully “Do you want these off?” He asks rubbing his knuckle against you lazily.

“Tommy,” You whine.

“Tell me,” he insists.

“I want them off.” You sigh exasperatedly, pushing your underwear off your hips.

Tommy watches you as he drags your underwear down your legs, bringing your stockings with them. The sensation of silk being dragged so slowly over your skin leaves goose bumps in its wake. Once clear of your feet he drops them on the pile with your bra. He takes your ankles in his hands and bends your legs, positioning your feet on the edge of the desk. You watch him through your thighs as he adjusts your feet, so they are further apart opening you up to him.

You shiver under his gaze feeling far more than your body is laid open to him. You wrap your arms around yourself self-consciously.

Brow furrowed, Tommy stands, his hands slipping behind your knees and lowering them and bringing them together before he leans over you one hand resting lightly on your stomach. “Everything alright?” He asks, stroking your hair away from your face.

You swallow hard, shaking your head quickly, your fingers tracing his jaw. “I’m fine.” You assure him.

Tommy kisses you, “I was going for more than fine.” He teases.

“Well, you still have time.” You tease, pushing his hand down from your abdomen towards your centre.

Dimples on his cheeks Tommy’s hand glides over you, his finger parting you slightly. He strokes you slowly as he kisses you, his lips parting yours, mirroring the action of his hand. His tongue traces your lips as his finger glides around your entrance. “Better?” Tommy asks.

Your hand slides from his jaw to the back of his neck “Getting there.” You breathe before slipping your tongue into his mouth. You groan as his finger penetrates you. Tommy works his finger in and out of you slowly as he sucks on your tongue. Your fingers dig into his neck as his thumb glides around your clit. “Nearly,” You manage to moan.

“Still not there?” Tommy teases sliding another finger into you and curling his fingers. You writhe under his touch, legs lifting, fingers digging into his shoulders.

“So close,” you pant, your hand coming to the top of his head and pushing it towards where you want it most. Tommy’s eyes meet yours, smirking at your need. “Please.” You beg.

“Of course darling, whatever you need.” He promises. Tommy’s hands return to your knees parting them so he can position himself between them. He sinks into the chair again and reaches out for your hips, pulling you, so your ass is on the edge of the desk with your feet flailing in the air. Tommy’s hands run up the back of your thighs, stopping in the backs of your knees, he holds them open. He purses his lips and blows a stream of air over your centre. You buck, your hands grabbing at his shoulders and guiding him further. Tommy relents, dragging his flattened tongue over you with agonising slowness. Tommy repeats the action before moving your knee to his shoulder. As he lowers his head the third time, the short hair on the side of his head tickles the inside of your thigh causing you to buck. Tommy chuckles against you. Your fingers fist his hair.

“Tommy please.” You beg again. You see the flash in Tommy’s eyes at your submission. His tongue plunging into you.

“So fucking sweet.” He groans before finding your clit and teasing it. He draws it between his lips, applying gentle suction that makes your toes curl.

“Oh fuck.” You mewl, agonisingly close to release. Feeling the tension in your body, Tommy flicks his tongue over your clit while sliding two fingers into you again. He builds a steady rhythm curling his fingers with each stroke. “Tommy!” You cry, your body drawing itself in, anticipating the coming release.

“Good girl.” Tommy’s voice is hoarse as he groans into you, mixing with your own cries in primal prayer. His arm wraps around you, his hand finding yours and entwining your fingers keeping you safe and grounded as you lose yourself in ecstasy. Tommy keeps a steady rhythm you while you cum, drawing it out. Finally, when you are spent and limp in his grasp, you push him away unable to take any more. Tommy lowers your legs carefully. You shiver with the loss of contact. Standing Tommy pulls you up gently guiding your arms around his neck.  Still panting and floating you rest your head on his chest.

“How are you now?” He asks gently rubbing his hands over your back soothingly.

“Good.” You reply looking up with a smirk.

Tommy’s tongue glides between his lips before drawing his bottom lip between his teeth. Releasing it, he says “Only good ‘ey?”

“Yeah.” You grin.

“Good thing we’re not finished then isn’t it darling.” He says, pushing his boxers down off his hips. Tommy wraps your legs around his waist again, lifting you and carrying you towards the fire. He collects a blanket from the arm of the lounge on his way past. Settling in his armchair with you straddling his lap he wraps the blanket around you.

You both shudder as you rock your hips, gliding along Tommy’s cock. Tommy’s arm wraps around your waist lifting you slightly as his other hand positions his cock at your entrance. You wrap your arms around his shoulders and kiss him as you lower yourself, taking only the first inch or so into you.

“Fuck,” Tommy groans his fingers digging into your hips. “You feel so good.”

You scratch your nails across his shoulders and press kisses on his jaw “Only good ‘ey?” You tease, slowly sinking onto him.

Tommy’s eyes close, and his head falls back as you take him. You suck at the skin on his neck, and he doesn’t try to stop you raising marks. “So fucking good.” He moans.

You smile lifting yourself before sinking back down again. Both of you groaning as you do so. Tommy’s arms slide around you. One circling your waist and moving you to his liking and the other holding the back of your neck. Your hands grip his shoulders, up his neck, and it to his hair tugging at the longer strands. You can feel your muscles tightening another orgasm building again quickly. “Tommy,” you moan quietly.

Tommy’s arms tighten around you. He moves forward in the chair before lowering you to the floor. He places his arms either side on your head, kissing you before lifting again to watch you. “Amazing.” He moans. “So close,” he sighs his hips thrusting faster.

“Amazing.” You sigh as his cock presses against your g-spot again and again. That simple affirmation seemingly all Tommy needs to tip over the edge. Soft, gentle sounding words whispered in your ear as you follow him into ecstasy. You quiver and shake together.

Tommy holds you as you come back to yourself, stroking your face and hair, kissing you gently. Rolling onto his back he pulls you to him, positioning the blanket over you. You lay with your head resting on his shoulder, arm hanging around his waist. Your brain and body relaxed completely, you feel you’re hovering in the blissful state between sleep and wakefulness. Tommy’s fingers trace patterns on your back as you slip closer to sleep.

“I’d better get going it’s getting late.” You say shaking your head to clear it. You kiss Tommy on the cheek, as you sit up.

“Stay,” Tommy says his fingertips grazing down your back.

You don’t stop, picking your dress up off the couch on your way to the desk. “I need to get home. I’ll be back tomorrow.” You say with your back to Tommy as you start to dress. You hear the soft click of his lighter and smell the smoke of his freshly lit cigarette and feel Tommy’s gaze resting on you. You ignore it and carry on dressing.  

“I hate that you leave after we,” Tommy breaks the silence, before pausing, you look over your shoulder to see him gesturing to you and then himself.

“Fuck?” You suggest plainly, turning you head towards him while continuing with your stockings.

Tommy’s jaw flexes in irritation. He frowns and grabs his boxers pulling them on before standing up and taking a deep drag of his cigarette.

“What? You want to cuddle after, do you?” You say mockingly. Shaking your head as you turn away.

“Yes,” Tommy says hotly

You click your tongue, shaking your head. “Really? Tommy Shelby wants to cuddle.” You say sarcastically turning as you drop your dress over your head.

Tommy says nothing, regarding you with an arched eyebrow and set jaw. “What?” he demands.

You move to the other side of the desk leaning against it “How many of the women you fucked have you cuddled with, ‘ey? Fucked on this desk, that chair or that rug?” You ask pointing to the items as you name them. “Or in an alley, the distillery, the backroom of the Garrison or your office?” You challenge listing your other recent locations.

“For fuck’s sake, I’m not fucking talking about other women!” Tommy spits angrily. “I’m talking about you.”

You shake your head again as you slip your shoes on. “I’m going home.”

Tommy steps into your path, catching your forearms. “Don’t go.”

You go to push past him crossly. “Move.”

“No,” Tommy says holding you firmly.

“I’m going home, Tommy.” You say crossly

“Please, don’t,” Tommy says tightly letting you go.

“Why not?” You demand

“Because both times you’ve left angry with me you’ve nearly fucking died! And with this shit with the Mafia here I can’t fucking risk it.”

“What?”

Tommy’s head drops back as he yells at the ceiling, a string of words unfamiliar to you.

“Don’t fucking swear at me in languages I don’t fucking understand.” You spit.

Tommy grabs your shoulders “I’m not swearing at you.” He says his voice tight. He sinks down in the armchair, his hands sliding to yours and holding them tightly. He shakes his head, pressing the backs of your hands against his face. “They’re words my mother used, the only real prayer I’ve ever known.” He stops again breathing deeply.  “I’m praying to a God I don’t even fucking believe in. Didn’t believe in, until like some fucking miracle, you turned up and changed fucking everything.” Tommy squeezes your hands and presses his face to your stomach before lifting his face to look at yours. His eyes are wide and wild. “Became everything. Praying because I will do fucking anything to have you with me.” Tommy stands again his hands rising to your face holding it gently. “But you’re like fucking smoke, just when I think I’ve got you, just when I think it’s solid and you understand, you fucking evaporate.” He voice cracks as he brings his forehead to yours. You watch each other, both breathing heavily. “I need you. Everything is easier, better, when you’re with me. I’m better.” He says quietly.

You step back. “I’m not Grace, Tommy. I’m not some fucking Saint.” You say holding his eye “I can’t change who I am. I’m not the little woman for you to come home to. I’m not some beauty on your arm for fancy parties. I’m not soft, I’m not gentle. I’ve killed and maimed and fought.” Your voice breaks as tears fill your eyes. “I’m not a replacement, Tommy.”

Tommy’s thumbs brush your cheeks “No. You’re not. I don’t want you to be. I want you. Just as you are. I want you even though you’re always running towards the fucking danger. Even though you don’t need me.” He smiles ruefully before kissing you softly. “I want you, with me.” He lips press against yours again, his arms wrapping around you. “I want you to stay after we make love.” He kisses you again, firmer this time, holding it longer. “All I want is for us to be together.” Tommy’s eyes search your face. Your eyes close, your heart is pounding, and you can’t seem to think. “Please just stay tonight, that’s all I’m asking just tonight.” Tommy pleads.

You swallow hard, eyes glistening, resting your forehead against Tommy’s “Okay.”

Warm breath on your neck wakes you. It takes you a moment to realise where you are. “Merry Christmas,” Tommy mumbles in your ear as you begin to stir. Spooned behind you he presses kisses into your hair and onto your neck.

You hum gently in acknowledgement of his attention. “Merry Christmas.” You say sleepily.

“It is with you here.” He purrs into your neck. Tommy moans as his cock presses against you, it’s already hot and hard. Smiling you roll onto your back. Tommy moves above you, smoothing your hair from your face. He rests his forearms either side of your head and kisses you. Tugging on your bottom lip as he grinds against you. Arching your back, you rub your hands over his chest.

You hear the door open and a small voice “Daddy! It’s Christmas, and Santa came.”

You and Tommy fly apart. Tommy wincing slightly as he adjusts himself “Well come here and show us what he gave you ‘ey.” He says sitting up and patting the covers next to him.

Charlie runs across the floor to the bed dragging a stocking behind him. Tommy bends down and scoops him up, cuddling and kissing him before depositing him and the stocking between you.

“Anna?” Charlie says happily standing up and throwing his arms around your neck. “Merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas, Charlie.” You say, quickly checking the pyjama top Tommy had lent you last night is pulled down and adjusting the covers.

“Santa came!” He says again excitedly.

“What did he bring you?” You ask finding yourself caught up in his enthusiasm.

Charlie lists things off as he unpacks them, offering you and Tommy turns with the toys and some of his sweets. Once he’s finished unpacking, he plays around you.

“Did you have a bad dream?” He asks suddenly, his eyes searching your face. Again you were struck by how much they were like his fathers.

“Um,” you hesitate looking at Tommy wide-eyed wondering how he wants to handle it.

“Daddy lets me sleep with him when I have bad dreams.” Charlie continues unperturbed by your hesitation. “It’s nice.”

“Mm, it is nice.” You agree.

Tommy smiles and takes your hand. “Charlie, why don’t you go and find Mary and get dressed and then we can have breakfast and presents ‘ey.”

“Can Anna come for presents too?” Charlie asks.

“Of course.” Tommy nods. “Come on now, good boy,” Tommy says kissing his cheek and lowering him to the floor. You repack his stocking and hand it to Tommy who hands it down to Charlie “Off you go.” He says.

As the door closes behind Charlie, Tommy grabs your waist and pulls you across the bed. Positioning himself above you again he kisses you. “So where were we?” He says his voice low.

You laugh, pushing your hands against his chest “About to have breakfast with your son.”

Tommy pushes against you, grinding his cock against your thigh “I’ll be quick.” He promises.

Laughing as you slide out from under him you shake your head “Come on, you have to play Santa and hand out the gifts.”  

Tommy sighs collapsing face down on the mattress. “Will you at least sit on my lap so I can see if you’ve been a good girl?”

Already on your feet you lean over and rake your nails down his back. “You know I haven’t.” You tease, slipping through Tommy’s grasp as he tries to grab you.

 You sit on the lounge in the sitting room. Tommy on the floor playing with Charlie and his new trainset, one hand resting on your knee. Charlie providing you with a running commentary of all the action.

“Mr Shelby?” Mary says from the doorway.

“Yes, Mary?” Tommy answers, his hand rubbing up to your hip as he turns.  

“Telephone. Your brother Arthur.” She says simply.

Tommy groans “He’ll be here for lunch in a few hours, what can’t wait.” He mutters standing.

“He says it’s urgent. He sounds agitated.” Mary notes.

Tommy sighs “I’ll be back in a minute right Charlie. Anna will play with you for a bit ‘ey.” He says squeezing your shoulder on the way past.  

��Tommy returns his face ashen, you immediately know something is very wrong. His gaze passes over you to Mary. “Mary, will you take Charlie upstairs. Pack up his toys and make up a case. We’re going away for a while.”

Mary nods unquestioningly and picks Charlie up. “Come on Charlie lets go.” She says leaving quickly.

You stand and follow Mary towards the door “What’s happened?” You ask as soon as she passes over the threshold.

Tommy closes the door and leans heavily against it. He drags his hand over his face. “Michael and John have been shot. They got them this morning.”

“What?” You say stunned unable to come up with more coherent thoughts.

“They shot them outside John’s house. In front of his fucking kids. On Christmas fucking morning.” Tommy hisses.

Finally, your brain starts to work, and you wrap your arms around him “Are they okay?” You ask.

“I don’t know. Arthur thinks John might be dead.” He says burying his face in your neck.

“What do we need to do?” You ask

“I need you to take Charlie to Small Heath. I’ve called Johnny Dogs, he’ll go with you. Mary will follow later. The whole neighbourhood is loyal, you’ll be safe there. I need to find out what’s happening, go to the hospital.”

“Of course.” You agree.

It’s barely dawn when the two peaky boys, Johnny Dogs and you pull up in the truck outside your cottage. It had taken you most of the night to convince Tommy to allow you to go home to collect clothes and your weapons. John was gone, and Michael had only just come out of surgery.

“That box there and bring the canvas back in with you.” You instruct the boys pointing to the weapons chest in the hallway.

You walk quickly to the kitchen, collecting weapons from there various locations. A small package wrapped in Christmas paper on the kitchen table catches your eye. It definitely wasn’t there when you were last home. You shove it in your pocket at the sound of the front door opening.

“The canvas.” The boy announces holding it out in front of him.

“Wrap those up and take them out to the truck.” You instruct taking one of the pieces of canvas from him and turning to the other boy. “You come with me.” In the spare room, you open the closet revealing another stash of guns and ammunition. “Wrap these, take them out.”

In your bedroom you quickly collect the weapons there, returning with them to the spare room and instructing the young man to wrap and take them too. Returning to the bedroom, you close the door and pull out a case, quickly changing before packing your clothes. Hearing the Blinders heavy footsteps going down the stairs you sit on the edge of the bed and pull the package from your pocket. Ripping it open you find a jewellers case, opening that you see a diamond and sapphire tennis bracelet and a ticket for New York. There’s no note. But there’s no mistaking who they are from or its intent.

You sit on the edge of the bed, hands shaking, working the jewels like beads on a Rosary reminding yourself you just needed to stay strong for a bit longer. 

It would all be over soon.

Chapter twenty-four - The End Is Nigh > > >

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July 2, 2021

Central Europe Time

5:45pm

"Nag suicide si Dian"

So, okay, at the back of my mind says,

she will survive, she is strong, she will make it.

Apparently, when I was settled on the assigned seat, few of our close friends and schoolmates at SMAD messaged me and ask and sent screenshots about the incident.

Because I really had a rough day battling the Spanish bureacracy today, I did not mind it. I have always been a victim of pranks and "what nots" in real life, so yeah, I didn't mind actually.

Then again, opening messages in facebook messenger every now and then is my thing now and completely settled in with my seat number, I opened them up. My cousin Felni confirmed it with mama Jeb, Walter and Kurt in the GC. I literally felt my heart stopped and think about the last time Dian and I talked and exchanged banters and reminiscing the old us comparing to the new generation.

I fondly call her "Tot" because it is my secret pet name to my original sister who has the same name, Dyantot. "Tot" became my endearment for her and she called me C2 (meaning CuteCute, Cute squared. LOL) HAHAHA!

Dian and I had been through a lot and only a few people knew that. She became the sister I have always wanted, near or far.

I got to know her my sixth grade and continued the friendship in high school where we created so much memories together. Memories about annoying the RVM sisters, competing with batches, intramurals, JS proms when she would be challenged to wear a gown and makeup and CAT training with Sir Pat and former CAT officers which we considered really close.

The CAT training for me was the most memorable in our high school together. We had so much fun annoying the elders with our endless banters, being serious with the task at hand, collaborating with the group, bringing out strategies to win, alas, if I could only go back to that moment, nothing compares. My batchmates can really relate. That moment became the defining moment of our sisterhood when we were 14. It was such a lovely memory that when we got to talk about it, it seems like it was just last year.

I am writing this with so much pain because she has nothing more than the real friend I had. One of the very few who totally understood my choices of men, bizarre plans, impossible dreams coming true and so on. We literally grew up together.

Our twenty years of friendship consisted surely of fights, sharing happiness and sadness, life's milestone and dreaming about what is to come. We bullied each other and had unsimilar discussions because of our differences yet we got past through it in surfing adulthood with responsibilities, dreams being set aside because of bigger priorities, goals yet to be achieved and so much more.

I am particularly sure that you would agree (to those who really got to know her and our circle) that she was the life of the party.

She was the person who would let you stay at a party and going home won't even matter because discussing with her is an endless mixture of jokes, sarcasm, satires and real life learning and experiences.

I remember she had a great respect for my father that we always get to keep our shenanigans privately in college because I had to pretend to my father that I am not drinking, partying and dating.

I am writing this because Dian opened up to me her most vulnerable state all throughout this pandemic. I listened to her about her frustrations of not being able to practice her license that forced her to make a different path because she wanted to help her family even in little ways. This to me, is very heroic. I haven't really been in a situation where I really have to support a family member 100% so I admire her for this. She was everyone's hero and she played it really well not minder her own pain, frustrations and incapabilities.

One time in April, she called me crying because somebody hurt her and she was in pain, she was emotional that I cried with her too. That video call actully ended with our usual gloating laughter. HAHAHA! She would always be there for you, one call, and she's there. I kid you not.

All througout May and June, we were endlessly chatting in instagram and confessing that she took her long-time partner back even if she had trust issues on her own. I was mad and told her to cut connections but she said, she loved her to much. So, I, the supportive friend encouraged her to always prioritized herself first (this is with screen shots). I told her adamantly that she needs to see the bigger picture of things in different perspectives because we are not getting any younger. That catch-up ended me saying "fine, I will be supportive only if you take care of yourself first.."

Furthermore, on her state of vulnerability, she opened up to so many of her expectations not being met by the people she expected along the way. She was confused, felt judged and neglected by these people she thought the shoulders she can cry on. I only told her to let go and cut connections of these people, but she ended up doing the opposite. That's what she was, stubborn yet respectful to my advices. This was so frustrating for me because I was so busy in 2019 that we never really got to hang out the way we were in college, drinking our hearts out, partying like we were invincible. Clubbing just because we had good grades in midterms and finals, odd summer getaways of staying at beach looking at the stars and shouting our hearts out to the ocean.

We only had chats, video calls since I moved to Spain.

Recently, (March-April 2021) she was bothered because she felt like a lot of people is expecting too much from her. She felt like she needs to explain her side of the story so that she won't be judged as the bad guy. I found this saddening. Most of the people she valued wanted her to be the person that she is not and she talked about it as if it was just nothing, like ordinary. I for once told her that it is mean and condescending of these people to expect you that way. Why would you keep these people who expected you to be not yourself? She just shrugged it off and we went back to the usual saying of "I love yous'" and "please take care" "see you soon".

I am still on the plane two more hours for Istanbul and I am crying nonstop 😭

I will be home without her, this is reality and it is piercing me. The supposed homecoming would be a saddening one because I lost a friend and a sister for hiding so well her mental health issues, her angst, her hurt and I felt at fault because I was not the constant listener.

Tot, I don't know what to say but I am sorry for not being there all the time. you were hiding it so well that nobody knew you are suffering. I was hoping to celebrate my life's winning moment with you because you were not just supportive but the tolerating friend no one could ever replace. I was excited to let you wear a white dress for the next chapter of my life real soon and this all the more makes me cry 😭

I could only wish to see you one more time but these circumstances that we are having now makes it so impossible (since I am in quarantine).

I owe so many things from you and I don't know how to accept your unfateful demise. I am heart broken and it will take a lot of time for me to move on but I will get there in time. God has His reasons we cannot possibly know why at this time of grief but I am faithful that God will restore you and take away your sufferings that you have been enduring for so long.

I love you is an understatement.

[servants-dr-crack-aus]

Everyone say hello to BBA!Nagito- In Gacha club cuz I'm too lazy to draw him yet.

So, quick Summery;

The BBA AU or "Bad Boy Aesthetic" AU is simple. You take character A, who is a normal, kind and nice human being with interests; and make them look like or similar to a stereotypical Bad boy/girl.

Basically, I created this AU when I was making OC's. One of my OCs, Anni; Is a tomboy yet she does look girly. I believe things like personality don't always reflect on the persons choice of clothing, it's in the way they act. I used Nagito as a first try with the AU and I like how it ended up.

BBA!Nagito's storyline;

Nagito is the schools 'Bad boy' yet he's not a bad guy. He was three childhood friends (Ouma, Togami and Mikan) and has a sort of friend-enemy relationship with Mondo. He likes quiet places and salty foods, his hobbies include writings, reading and riding his motorcycle(gift from Mondo). The baddest thing he does is get into fights defending people. He uses his 'reputation' to intimidate others into leaving someone alone and fights off bullies. After a fight, he takes the person that was bullied to Mikan to get help, yet Mikan often gets frustrated with him since he often gets hurt.

In this world, It is Komahina. Hajime is the so called 'Popular boy' and has a following, rip Hajime.

Here have a few more images.

I truly have no regret making this AU and applying it to Danganronpa characters. I'm thinking of appling it to other Fandoms.

Also pls kill me, Designing Hajime in GC made me want to die. Akusnwkahenskuwbsie.

Screw you Hinata >:/

[sandralow97]

Conquering Jericho | 2018 |

New Year, New Self; New Goals, New Post.

In a blink of an eye, a quarter of the year has passed. Sometimes, I wondered what I have achieved throughout these short three months. Is it productive and fulfilling with my time?

Every year without fail, I would have write a beginning post (blog) of the year to count God’s blessings and plan out my resolution for the year. Last year was about life in a favour lane, in align with my youth group (church) theme and vision. I really experienced a lot of His favour as last year was one of the most difficult transition in life which I had to go and bear through.

As for this year, it is about “Conquering Jericho”. There are a lot of Jericho(s) in my life which need a breakthrough. In the bible, Joshua, who is the leader of the Isrealite people was commanded by God to conquer the promised land of Canaan.

Joshua felt unqualified for the monumental task of taking over for Moses, but God promised to be with him every step of the way, just as he had been for Moses. This same God is with us today, protecting and guiding us. ​ So, allow me here now to share a little more about my own Jericho(s). It was last year approaching October, I was being asked to join the next term (2018) GC -general committees of Physio Club. After the dilemmas and thinking, I’ve decided to involve and get new experiences. More than that, I thought to myself that it’s time that I should pick up a challenge with the time being in UNI. Hence, I was appointed to become Vice Chairperson of the club and truth to be told, it hasn’t been a smooth sailing journey. The hardest part isn’t about planning and running events, but more of getting people of different values and opinions together in seeing a same vision and goal. Physio club is considered quite an active club in our Uni, INTI. We hold many events in a year, may it be big or small. Since the start of 2018 till now, we had successfully held 2 events which are gathering night – the welcoming of newbies/freshies into Physiotherapy course and another event is Sports Meet 2018. This sports meet was my project and I really learned a lot though handling it. I can say it’s one of my breakthrough for this year when it’s accomplished and definitely another milestone to be remembered.

Moving on, I have a super hectic and busy schedule/time-table for this semester, upon the whole year. It’s funny how things could escalate so much just within a year as this is just my second year of UNI. Basically, I have things/activities going on almost every day apart from classes. It is CF club 😊 Tuesday night is prayer meeting, Wednesday night we have weekly CF meeting, approaching Thursday we have cell group Bible study night. ​ The only free night is probably Monday and sometimes, we have Acts Home group meet up every fortnight. I remember I wasn’t as involve as now back then. Despite the busyness, I actually found myself to be more productive with my time and it has been uplifting for me in my whole being as I got myself rooted in God’s kingdom. The changes in priorities and neglecting my time spend with God is one of the Jericho. One of the reason how I got so involve now is also because of one good friend of mine, who is also my housemate, Rebecca 😊 She’s really a woman of faith and inspiration. She is the one who never fail to hold me accountable with and encourage me to trust God more. I’m really grateful that she’s someone whom God has provided in this season of my life.

As for Taekwondo, I had to admit that I was pretty slacked in the beginning of the year. I often felt lazy and end up being absence for weekly training. It was one of my Jericho as it seemingly not working for me and I somehow stopped practicing with passion like before. The laziness and procrastination had hindered me from getting better with skills and techniques and I wasn’t able to thrive in this passion. For this reason, I just have to push myself through those days when I don’t “feel” like going for practices and training. Through perseverance, I’m glad to say that I had taken at least the first grading test last week 😊 I must really keep it going and hopefully I can achieve/get to my targeted dream before I graduate from UNI.

God always has a way out prepared for us when it seems no way. God has more in store for us. In John 16:33 says, “I have told you these things, so that in me you may have peace. In this world you will have trouble. But take heart! I have overcome the world." Jesus did not come just to take away our pain and sorrow, but He has come to give us peace and perseverance which we could endure and put our hope in Him through the help of Holy Spirit. God has placed skills, connections, talents & gifts to forge a better destiny and lasting legacy in each of us. God did not choose the qualify ones, but he qualified the one He chose. God chosen us to be His people. Despite how unqualified you felt in doing His calling and commands like Joshua did in the bible, He promised to be with us just like how He had been with Joshua, protecting and guiding them into the promised city. The first step to MORE is only to start seeing ourselves as MORE. 2018 is going to be all about reinventing myself, new beginnings, being healthy physically, mentally and especially emotionally. Joshua's strong faith in God led him to obey, no matter how illogical God's command might be. Joshua also drew from the past, remembering the impossible deeds God had accomplished through Moses. Do you trust God with your life? Have you forgotten how He brought you through past troubles? God has not changed, and He never will. He promises to be with you wherever you go. I'm asking for a better 2018, pleading God for more joy & wisdom, less tears /cries, I'm learning to focus on all the positive things in life and refuse the negativity. (Phil 4:8) As best as I can, I want to live a life with more faith, trust, more courage and audacity in conquering all my Jericho(s) this year 2018. It’s not about winning to be first, but rather about have I fought the good fight, finished the race as I kept the faith. (2 Timothy 4:7) ​ This year is about bettering myself, and my relationship with God. 2018....I’m ready