#ft. wolfie

[mvrcutios]

✉↳ text to: frère loup

Xandre: answer your phone, will you?

Xandre: Are you alright? Where the fuck are you?

Xandre: Wolfie?

[ofkits]

closed starter for @woflies​

if the looks and whispers that he’d been receiving since being back at ashcroft hadn’t been enough to make him want to seek solace in the form of a whiskey glass, the prank certainly had. but he’s assuring himself as he buys a £300 bottle of whiskey thirty minutes before curfew on a friday night that it’s harmless — passing it off as a refreshers week to make up for the fact he hadn’t drunk nearly enough in their first week of the academic year. knowing deep down that by the time next week rolls around, he’ll have a new excuse. 

taking sips from the bottle on the way home had led to him becoming quite drunk and by the time he’s walking through the door of apartment 4, there’s a bounce to his step that isn’t usually apparent in the boy. “wolfie!!!” kit shouts excitedly, heading straight towards his newfound port of call whenever it’s too early to be alone, and whenever there’s more drinking to be done. there’s an urgency in his moves as he raps on the boy’s door, possibly a little too loud considering the hour of the night. “open up! i come bearing gifts!” he shakes the bottle in his hand, hoping that the sounds of the half-empty bottle being swished would be loud enough to hear behind the closed door to act as some kind of summoning spell. “the gent in the shop said it,” he clears his throat, feigning a gruff, scottish accent — it’s woeful. “has a flavourful hint of toffee in there. which it most certainly does NOT , but i’m in need of a second opinion.” 

[dantemoretti]

closed starter: @ofintrusions

location: heartbreak smash

Dante knew he was still touchy about everything relating to Lucky's death. It was no surprise when he'd believe he was going to spend the rest of his life with the man. As someone who was supposed to be his closest friend Griffin should have known better than to say that shit to him. As the don he knew he couldn't do anything drastic like shoot the remaining Gallos in the head like he was tempted to so he needed to find another way to let out his frustration. He was at the booth within a matter of seconds from finding out where Wolfie was and Dante wasted no time roughly grabbing him by the wrist and pulling him away from the crowd. "I don't give a fuck what you were in the middle of, you're coming with me."

[harleywolfe]

closed starter: @ofintrusions

location: fortune teller booth

The shift hadn't been as horrific as Harley had feared it would be. It turned out giving people insane fortunes was kind of fun. Towards the end of her shift she saw her bestie walking past and grabbed him by the arm. "Wolfie! I'm almost finished here and when we can go cause chaos or something. Scare little kids, find some hot single dads, shake ass on the ferris wheel, the options are endless."

[dantemoretti]

closed starter: @ofintrusions location: pandemonium

The mood Dante was in was something that couldn't be described. It was like he was feeling all of the emotion he'd refused to feel for most of his life; sadness, fury, heartbreak, hatred, all seemed to be fighting a war inside him. Even more confusing was that at the same time he felt numb; like a piece of his soul had shrivelled up and died inside him. Still, he was Dante Moretti he had a gang to leave and revenge to plan and so he got on with it in a way he knew would make his father proud. He walked into Pandemonium and strolled straight up to the bar, ignoring the pitying looks so many were shooting him. "Wolfie, get any top shelf bottle and then join me in my booth. You're done behind the bar for the rest of the night." Dante ordered, immediately walking off without giving the other chance to speak.

[ofkits]

☎ ø $ ♀

☎ for a rushed text

[ text : ] tram is packed can’t talk should be home in 10!

ø for a late-night text 

[ text: ] just got in from the philsoc event, mcclain gave me a very nice (partly finished) bottle of belvanie as he couldn’t make it out tonight[ text: ] night cap in the kitchen? 

$ for an accidental text 

[ text: ] please stop sending me videos of the year nine disco. dancing to get lucky on a single occasion at a single dance is not a sin [ text: ] oh god wolfie [ text: ] that... was not meant for you 

♀ for a heartbreaking text 

[ text: ] i’m sorry if i keep waking you up in the early morning[ text: ] i’ve been having some problems sleeping since the interrogation... i keep thinking they are going to burst into the flat again and take me away[ text: ] you are as certain as i am that it’s him without a shadow of a doubt, right? 

[nvdia]

## PLS MY QUUEN U KNOW IM LEZ FOR U

QUEEN WOLFIE / let me be your star smash cast

NADIA: what in the fuck

NADIA: u got jipped too???????????

NADIA: lets take them to court

NADIA: xoxoxo sweaty