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celestextorres:

Celeste’s features crinkled into a small pout as she crossed her arms over her chest. Upon hearing his question, she looked him over and shrugged. “I don’t know… Looks can be deceiving. You know, that whole saying about not judging a book by it’s cover? Maybe you’re some pro at fashion. It… doesn’t sound like that’s the case though…” She straightened up and sighed. “I mean… I design most of my own clothes. I occasionally help friends with outfits. So, in that regard, sure I’m a designer.”

“Hey, whoa now. Just because I don’t know how what a specific fabric is or how to sew doesn’t mean I don’t know what looks good.” He raised his eye brows and opened his arms, giving her a look at his choice of clothes. He just wore fitting black jeans, boots, and a short-sleeved button up that was tucked into his belt. “Am I dressed that bad?” He asked, a hint of a smile played on his lips as they talked. He was now more teasing then mean. As she told him about what she did, he nodded along. “Well that’s fancy of you. Why don’t you try and do something more? Like for other people? Are you from Bradford Springs?” He asked. She was familiar but he wasn’t sure. “Wait, do you know my little sister, by chance?”

#{ celeste; }

coltonwright:

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Colt kicked at a rock in the path before he grinned over at the other. “You think? I keep hoping that it’ll make the old man fire me once an’ for all so that I don’t have to be here anymore but it never seems to work,” he replied, though he knew that the place could practically run itself underneath his father’s watch along with the foreman they hired a few years back. His job had him spending more time in the fields with the horses or the barns than with fixing up the shit that was falling apart, though sometimes he was one of the hands that helped. “Or the only one. Who knows with the monopoly that you’ve got going on for yourself?” He laughed then.

“Good, ‘cause I’m supposed to be out in the paddock with a few of the colts that we’ve got to finish breaking before the weather changes but I could use a walk to clear my head too.” And it meant that he wouldn’t have to feel the weight of pressure on him when he wasn’t constantly being watched by everyone else. Half expected him to quit every other day and the rest thought that he’d be the one to take over one day. “Here an’ there. Every time that I think I’m done with this place, the rest of town spits me back out here an’ then I’m stuck for a bit longer.”

Felix couldn’t help but laugh at his response. “You think he’ll ever fire you? I think not.” As they walked closer to the area he was supposed to fix up, he kept his eyes on their surroundings, making mental notes. He then looked up at the sky and grimaced. “I wish I would fuckin’ rain. It’s too hot. I hate it.” He grumbled. Felix was not the type of man to enjoy heat. Which was ironic due to him being a welder and actually working with fire. He finally looked over at the younger man and nodded, “You may be right. No one will ever know what I’ve got going on behind the scenes.” He joked. Who knew? Maybe he controlled the empire of welding and weapons and people were none the wiser.

The shade was a huge relief as they walked into the barn, instantly making Felix’s mood like a little better. “I can’t imagine having to stand out there and do that all day in this heat. I respect you for that.” He shook his head. His eyes narrowed slightly as he mentioned trying to leave, “What are you tryin’ to do then? And in what way does the town ‘spit you out’?” He asked, curious. He was sure Colt could manage to do something other then this. But, Felix hadn’t been around the past three years so he had no idea what town politics were like these days and what was available. Or what Colt even was trying to do for that matter. “And what’s this about clearing your head? I thought that was full of cobwebs anyway.” He teased the kid with a slight smile. “What’s on your mind?”

#{ colt; }#tw; weapons

lunaerdogan:

Luna laughed to herself because she could have easily told him that her sister was dead and this was the last thing she had of her but she didn’t want to get into that. Most people pitied her and it was the last thing she wanted from them. Rather, she smiled and nodded her head. “My sister sounded a lot like yours.” Making sure the necklace was tucked away, she looked back at the old jacket and nodded her head. “There you go. Just make sure that you don’t rip it off as harshly as you did last time. I doubt any garment will survive even if it does fit you.” It was a sentimental piece and it was smart to be easy on it in case of a rip that could never be fixed. “Some rips just can’t be hidden away, no matter how skilled the person is sewing it.”

She believed that as well, especially since she loved to eat. She was one of those people who lived to eat rather who ate to live. “I could use some all of those but I’m thinking that a beer is best suited. It’s hot and we don’t want anything too heavy.” Beer was light enough and it wouldn’t get them drunk right off the bat.

Felix noted the past tense use of the word, pausing. But then he decided to leave that box unopened for now. He didn’t know her well enough to ask her that much of a personal question. Who knows, maybe they’d get to that point one day. Felix didn’t have many friends-- but he knew he needed some. “Yeah, I know. I don’t know a single thing about stitching or sewing so I have no idea how hard this could be.” He chuckled. Felix patted his coat and looked out at the street around them, watching people mill by.

As she mentioned a beer, his face lightened. He would love a beer even more then wine. He rarely drank wine anyway. “You know, I wholeheartedly agree. It is a bit too warm, huh?” He chuckled. The man stood up, “Shall we go grab these beers then? First round on me?” he smiled.

#{ luna;}

aly-donovan:

Aly couldn’t help the small twinge in her stomach when he mentioned that he couldn’t handle twin toddlers. And of course she didn’t blame him for saying that. But deep down, she wished she could handle that. Aly had always thought that kids were on the cards for her, had always wanted a family. Right now, however, her health definitely wasn’t up to it. That wasn’t to say that she wouldn’t ever be able to have a family, but when taking care of herself took up all of her energy some days, leaving her with nothing else left over, having children didn’t make sense at the moment.

His question drew her out of her thoughts, Aly humming for a moment. “I took a horse up to the showground just for some exposure training a few times.” What with the fair going on, it was the perfect environment. And he’d settled down nicely. Hesitating for a moment, Aly chewed the inside of her cheek, a light blush rising. “And— I think I went on a date.”

Felix took another drink of his coffee and looked out at the street, then back at Aly. He studied her thoughtfully and wondered where she had went off to. Felix didn’t know if he should ask, but he had a feeling he knew what it was about since they were just talking about his nephews. He listened to her talk about taking up a horse and showing it, and it made him smile. He was glad she found something to do with the fair. Felix had a few welding projects down here also. Plus, he was also very fond of horses but never mentioned it. He loved that Aly had them. He didn’t know why he didn’t mention it, though it just never came up for him. Aly knew to an extent because they basically grew up together.

“I’m really glad you did that. Which horse and how’d they handle it?” He asked, curious to know what a horse could be like if they weren’t used to it. “A date?” He gasped and a smile lit up his face. He couldn’t help the twinge of feeling he felt though in his heart. “With who?” He wanted to know all the details.

#{ alyria; }

beckymorrisxn:

Becky shook her head as a sign that she wasn’t busy. Okay, maybe she was supposed to be busy writing, but that was probably what they called procrastinating. She was the boss at that at the moment. “I’m okay with doing that today,” she confirmed with him, smiling at him just a bit at his slight tease including a wink.

The woman took in the other as he spoke about the coat. His expression had softened and it was clear that he had fond memories of the coat. “You know, considering how much it has been worn, it still looks good.” And it was suddenly no surprise why the stitching had given up on him; it had had its best time. “A coffee would be nice,” she let him know as she looked at the coat now. “I’m sure we can restore it a bit.”

Felix was happy the girl agreed, he needed help fixing the coat and she was willing to help him. “It does, doesn’t it? Not to mention I can pull it off pretty well.” He smoothed his hand down the fabric, smirking. As she mentioned coffee, he nodded and flagged down the waitress. He let the woman order first and then he ordered himself an Irish Coffee, never changing from what he usually ordered. He liked structure, and even his coffee order didn’t escape that structure.

“So, Becky--” He used her name. He was always one to see how a name rolled off his tongue. “Have you always lived here?” He asked, starting up a conversation. He might as well get to know the girl if she was going to help him with his coat.

#{ becky; }

dylandunsmore:

Dylan wonders what that must be like. Having a mum. Someone who nurtured you so kindly throughout your life. A saint he’d called her. The closest Dylan had to a mum was Ines, and just like her real Mum, Ines’ left without a second thought. She still has her Dad but Dylan couldn’t help the ache that filled her when others talk about their parents. Even her Dad was so busy he couldn’t come to things, needing to provide for three kids all on his own. She’d been lucky for her brothers, Ace most of all.

“The best teachers were the ones who actually wanted you there. There were so many shitty ones at that school. Five minutes late because you were peeing? Detention. Family name has a reputation? Oh I’m going to treat you just like them.” Dylan’s experience in high school was more negative than positive, she was so happy to be over it. The idea of going to college had been something she’d struggled with, thinking it would all just be the same again. Her family ultimately convinced her and she was lucky things got better. But, if you asked her to go back to school today she’d rather jump into a box of hungry snakes and wriggle around. Unless Felix’s mum was teaching every class.

“I think I might get in a little trouble for that one” she laughs. God it was tempting, she wasn’t going to lie. Working at a bank being that close to just making her life so much easier was hard. A decimal point change here, a quick slip of the hand there, and she could be living her life in some beach far far away from Bradford Spings. But she’d also be on the run, never get to see her family again, and life just would suck if either of things became true. Dylan didn’t have it in her to be a fugitive. God helps her if Finn’s finances ever get looked into - Dylan was surely doing time for what she covers up for him.

“Mm I just, guess I never really applied myself that much? Until now? I think it’s a good start, the bank. I don’t really know where I want it to go yet. Never really a planner until lately.” She felt shy admitting it. At 28 Dylan had no life goals except to be stable in life, enough so to have a family one day. But everyone, or least most, wanted that too. Jobs? Dreams? Dylan never let herself think so much, it only made her upset when she realises she couldn’t achieve them.

Dylan accepts her beer and holds it up out of habit, clinking the cup to his. She brought it to her lips for a sip as she listens to how his life was different. “Weapon designs? Like guns? Or knives?” She asks, wanting to hear more. It wasn’t something you heard about every day, and already she knew a few boys who would probably love the end results. “Could you do that here? Whilst you’re at home with your mum?” Dylan didn’t know what was needed for his mothers health, but if both him and his sister were at the rodeo there must be moments that Felix gets a break. Maybe he could follow his passion here in Bradford. “Well, you mentioned darts right? There’s a game with balloons and darts. You throw them and get a number. Bigger the numbers add up bigger the prize. What do you think?”

Felix smiled and nodded, remembering school with a not-so-fond memory. “Oh yeah, I know what you’re talking about. School was just awful. The teachers mainly. And I was bored all the time.” He mused. Felix often skipped classes despite his own mom being a teacher at the high school. There were many times he’d gotten in trouble and spend weeks grounded, but his mind was never satisfied with school so he and his friends went out and did whatever they could to get their adrenaline going. “I was good at math and science the most. But the school system is just so stupid and not made to help the kids specifically, in my opinion.” He shrugged. He knew sometimes teachers could be hard to come by but they also needed to hire people who actually liked the students.

“I bet it would be pretty easy where you’re at, working at a bank and all. I mean, the after math wouldn’t be easy, but the actual act.” He shrugged. He couldn’t imagine being in charge of that much money for that many people. Not that Felix would try anything.. So he thought. You never really know until you’re in a sticky situation and needed it. But luckily he didn’t have to worry about that with his job. The temptation wasn’t there. He looked over at her with a curious look, “I mean, you did apply yourself though and that’s what matters. I know people who are still living with their parents and jobless. I think you’re doing well, working in a bank isn’t that easy.” He nudged her a little as they walked. “And you’re young, you’ve got so many years to even just think about going to another step.” He added.

Felix took a long drink of his sour beer and nodded as he tasted the flavor in his mouth. He loved a good sour. He shrugged, “Yeah, I do all sorts of weapons for contractors or the government. That’s why I went to D.C.” He told her. “I do private orders too, like a few people in town here need specific items and I’ll make it up for them.” He added. He had friends who always ordered knives or specific gun parts or something. Felix began heading into the direction of where all the games were, taking another drink. “I could, yeah. I would probably stick to the designing over the computer because it’s easier then making a prototype and going through the hassle of shipping it or traveling with it.” He chuckled at the thought. “I just haven’t thought that far, you know? Welding is easy, something I don’t have to think much about so I just went back at it. With everything going on with my brother also, I just haven’t had the time to just think about my own future.” He realized he was sharing a lot and knew she probably didn’t care for a story but it just slipped out.

“Alright, I like a good game of darts. Let’s do it.” He agreed, moving on to a different subject. “You play darts often?” He asked and walked up to the game, eye the board and the positions of all the balloons and what prizes he could potentially get.

#{ dylan; }#tw; weapons

elsie-davies:

She smirked only the smallest bit at his question, delicately crossing her arms, letting her index finger trace elegantly down her bicep. “I don’t mind the smell of horses, I’d just rather my clothing doesn’t smell of them. It doesn’t suit me.” When he asked about where she was from she dropped her hands to her sides. “London, originally. But I just moved here from New York City. Are you from here?” She asked as she casually grabbed a gold hair clip from the catchall on her living room table.

Clipping one side of her curls back in a methodical and practiced manner, she wandered over to the dryer. “Oh yeah okay.” When he started messing with it, she simply leaned against the wall, watching. Elsie’s eyebrows raised when he said it was broken. “How… broken?” She asked. She really didn’t want to be spending her savings on a dryer at the moment. Her savings had just enough to her to continue her lifestyle for a few more months without a job. “I haven’t done anything to it…” Elsie lied and put her hands behind her back. Surely having sat on it couldn’t break it, right?

Felix raised an eye brow as she mentioned she was from London. He’d been there just once before, when he was young and wanting to get away from his little town. “That’s pretty cool. Why move to New York? London is such a great city.” He asked, curiosity coloring his features. He couldn’t help but watch her put her hair up-- There was something attractive about the smooth movements she made. “I kind of am. Was adopted by my parents when I was four. I did move to Washington D.C for a few years and then came back to take care of family.” He replied. “Born in Slovakia.” He added and a little bit of a smile on his features.

Once the machine was out, Felix moved behind it and started to clear out the vent. Usually the main problem was vents and little things like socks, undergarments, just small articles of clothing. Or lint clogged it up. He glanced back up over her from behind the dryer and laughed, “I’m joking, it’s not bad. I think it’s just got too much lint or something stuck in the piping.” He told her. “You seemed suspicious when you said you didn’t do anything to it. Did you?” He teased.

#{ elsie; }

hunter-cooke:

Hunter let out a growly laugh when Felix pinched his cheek, waving away the affection playfully. “Stop, people will talk.” he joked happily, rubbing his cheek as if the pinch had left a mark. He was the type of person that never turned his back on people he was close to- unless they deserved it by double crossing him or the like. It was an honor-code that he was ingrained to live by. Felix was no exception. Taking a sip of his coffee just as it was his turn to speak, Hunter swallowed quickly with a little mumble. “It ain’t far. About an hour but it’s finding the time, you know?” he wasn’t the busiest man in the world but he used it as an excuse instead of admitting out loud that he thought his daughter was better off without his constant input. “I feel okay, miss her but we have a phone call every night. It’s become the new normal.” he laughed again and placed his coffee back on the table. “Well, speaking of work. You do machetes?”

Felix hummed and nodded as Hunter told him how long the drive was. Felix rarely went over into Denver. He didn’t know why, but in his mind, it was always Bradford Springs or anywhere else in the world. He moved to D.C for a while and loved it, he travelled a bit, and maybe even take a visit out to Slovakia to follow some leads that he’s been collecting. He could never tell his parents or siblings though, he thought it was his own project. “Well, if you ever wanted some company going over there, I’ve never been to Denver. I’ll be your support dude.” He told him, taking a sip of his coffee again. “I understand the time though, an hour there, spending time, and then an hour back is always a commitment. Worth it, but hard. And phone calls are a great way to stay in touch, I think the power behind a phone call is sorely underrated. Someone picks up the phone and wants to talk and talk and talk. It means a lot. Especially nowadays, where people avoid phone calls like the plague.” He chuckled.

As Hunter mentioned machetes he couldn’t help but laugh. “I don’t have any on hand, but I can make some for you. We can go over size, material, shape, and all that if you want.” He responded. It shouldn’t take him too long if that was all he was working on and how many Hunter wanted. “What do you want them for anyway?” He laughed. “or am I not privy to that information?” He teased. He never pushed Hunter to tell him anything though, knowing boundaries.

#{ hunter; }#tw: weapons #hahahah I love

coupleofruits

Aaron Taylor-Johnson as Tangerine, Bullet Train (2022) dir. David Leitch

felix--wilder

coupleofruits:

Aaron Taylor-Johnson as Tangerine, Bullet Train (2022) dir. David Leitch

#{ photos; }#I just cant

p r i v a t e s t a r t e r ;; @ines-perez

w h e r e ;; Coffee shop

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Coffee shops-- One of the few places Felix actually enjoyed going when it came to public places. Something about the environment really did him in. As he entered, the smell of coffee flew up his nose and he took a deep breath of that shit and stood in the entrance for a moment. Book in hand, he stood there, gazing around at the scene before him. It was packed in here. Why was it so busy right now? It was only a Thursday, midday. He gave a low grumble of dissatisfaction, but nothing was going to deter him from leaving. Felix needed to be here. Needed to ground himself. And that’s what this shop did for him.

The man looked around, his blue eyes wandering, looking for a table that could be open. But then his eyes snagged on Ines. She was here almost as often as he was. He has spoken to her in the past, knew her name at least, and absolutely thought was a beautiful. Who wouldn’t? But she was good company in the times they’ve talked from a table over each time they were here. Felix strolled up to her table in the back, brushing shoulders with people as he squeezed by. “Excuse me, Ines?” He began, his voice a teasing politeness. “If I may... Take a seat at your well-chosen table? As you see, it is a little hustling and bustling in here at the moment.” He batted his eyes at her. He couldn’t help but laugh though in his voice.

#{ ines; }

celestextorres:

“You’re welc- Wait…” Celeste paused for a moment as her nose crinkled up in thought. “That… wasn’t sincere, was it?” She mumbled to herself before turning towards Felix, her jaw dropped. “…Are you serious?” Her eyes traveled over him and well, she shouldn’t have been surprised, should she? “It’s a material- usually made for skirts and dresses. It can also be used for veils… Ever seen any of those things?”

Felix couldn’t help but let out a bark of laugher as she figured out that he wasn’t genuine about thanking her for telling him that riveting story. His brows narrowed and scowl came across his fine features, “Of course I’m fucking serious. Do I look like the type of man to knows the specific fabrics used to make dresses?” He asked with a scoff. “No member of my family besides my mother knows about to sew, and I was raised working in the garage.” He added meeting her eye contact then. Felix didn’t know the first thing about clothes. He saw what he liked, and what looked good on him and that was that. If it needed to be fixed, he took it into a tailor. He had better things to do then fuss over how clothes were made. “Yeah, I’ve seen veils before.” He replied. “You some sort of designer or something?”

#{ celeste; }

dylandunsmore:

Dylan decides to start again when Felix expands on his intentions. At least she wasn’t being directed to go drink in his shop instead of the rodeo anymore, this felt far more casual. “Okay then, Felix,” she says his name just because she can, the way it rolls feels fun on her tongue. “So let your sister go have fun and let’s see if we can get some fun happening for you.” This rodeo had been like one big high school grounds, bumping into people at random and making friends all over.

“Noted.” Was, it was a term she heard clearly. Something in Felix’s life had changed him, whether a recent event or not. Maybe it was his mother, maybe something more. She didn’t know him well enough to pry, maybe one day she would discover his secrets. “She’s getting at that retirement age anyway, right? A bit sooner I guess?” Health couldn’t be easy to give into, especially when it takes away the ability to live the life you’re passionate about. “If I call myself the town banker do I get to collect $200 every time I pass something? ‘Cause that would be great.”

It’s a small victory to her when he agrees to pay - Dylan had run short on her own, thus why she’d ditched his sister and friends. Whilst they planned to spend money she could just wonder and look at the free things. Now she could to play all over again. “I like maths,” she says it as she looks around, never liking the attention she’s given when she admits it. Most people think she’s dumb. “I’m really good at it. I got my degree in financing so you know, banks are kind of the best place to start a career after that.” Well, she thinks it is. She smiles at the teasing of Colt. “I’m sorry he’s living with me,” she confesses. Sometimes she feels bad, knowing she’s a handful. Other times she hopes he feels good, being blessed with her awesomeness. “Beer please.” Ahh, manners, they come in handy some times. “So uh, if you weren’t helping your mum what would you be doing?”

It was time to have some fun, she was right. Although he couldn’t quite seem to let the tension go from his shoulders as they stood in line for the beer. “Yeah, shew as on her way to that age anyway.” He replied to the question about his mom. “It’s so funny to hear about all her stories with teenagers. That, she remembers well. She always loved kids. I don’t understand the drive, but she wanted to help whoever she could. Woman was a saint. Still is.” He corrected himself, slipping his hands into his pockets. “I remember one time she brought her whole fuckin’ class of 9th graders to our tiny house and had class there. She was teaching economy and world history at that point.” His blue eyes shone with the memory of coming home as a senior and seeing the whole house full. “I truly think she changed those kid’s whole outlook on school. Or at least gave them something to look forward too-- her class.” Felix took another step forward, just two people ahead of them now.

Felix clicked his tongue in thought; “I mean, you work at a bank. You could totally collect $200. How and where from you decided to take the money though, is up to your discretion.” He chuckled. He listened to the woman talk about her love for math and finances. She was bright. He liked that. It wasn’t often someone was a fan of math. But so was Felix. He was a welder and a weapons designer-- Math and science were his strong suits. He was a bit of a genius himself. He didn’t let on though. As far as most people knew, Daphne was the brilliant one. She was smart in her ways, of course. But not compared to him.

“Oh, you could do so much with finances. I’ve seen people get so fucking rich from working in finances. If you get tired of banks, you could be some huge profile’s finance handler. Or any rich person, really. I know a few people who have their own.” He told her. Felix then stepped up to the counter and ordered a beer for her, and a sour beer for himself. He paid and nodded his thanks, handing her the drink. “Me? Oh I’d be back in Washington D.C for sure. I was a weapons designer for a few years. Found I have a talent for it.” He replied with a chuckle and took a long pull of his drink. “Alright, where are these ‘fun’ games you speak of?” He asked and turned his attention to the lights and carnival again.

#{ dylan; }

coltonwright:

“They got me doing everything these days to keep this shit from falling apart,” he commented, even though he’d been only sent to fetch the other and not the rest of the shit that he was often seen doing on the days that he chose to show up to work. Maybe that was why he kept being handed over the grunt work — but he wasn’t about to stand around and contemplate all the ways that he could make his life easier here. “Or at least make sure you don’t get lost on your way up. I don’t know. I just work here,” he admitted, even though it was his last name that was on just about everything on the ranch. It didn’t belong to him, and he knew that it wasn’t going to ever really belong to him because knowing his old man, that it would all go to anyone other than him one day. “You know where you’re headed this time or was that something I was supposed to know too?” He grinned then as he glanced back towards the barn before back on the other.

“You’re not doing a very good job.” He snorted and looked around the yard. He vaguely remembered how everything was before he left. “But have no fear, I can help fix up the shitty parts. I am after all, the best welder in this state.” He added with a very slight smile. Felix walked back over to his trucked and rummaged around in it, looking for specific tools he needed to work on the gate that he was called here for. Now Felix was only gone for three years, and he wasn’t sure what had changed since then, but it seemed like Colt was doing most the work here. Felix wondered why. But he didn’t ask, of course. Maybe his sister would know.

“Eh, I can find my way over.” Felix replied and shrugged his shoulder, lifting the tool box higher on his shoulder, beginning to walk the way he was pretty sure the gate was. Felix wasn’t sure if Colt was following or not but he spoke over his shoulder, “What have you been doing these past few years? Just working here?” He asked. Felix kicked a piece of wood out of his path. His boots, he noticed, had a good sized rip in the leather.

#{ colt; }

lunaerdogan:

She could understand that. Her bike and her leather jacket had some good memories tied to it but her necklace, the one she wore every day, was the one thing that she would never be able to take off or go without. “I would get it tailored then. At least in the shoulders.” She said as she smoothed the material before peering up at him. At the question, she instinctively reached for the necklace. “This belonged to my sister. She forgot to take it before she moved here and I haven’t taken it off since…” Her voice trailed off, smiling at him.

“Right? It was a really bad day and I was craving it. Somehow I’d decided that this was all I needed to turn my day around and when they didn’t give it to me.” Her head shook, sighing at the memory. “I drank wine and passed out so it ended up okay but it was pretty dramatic.”

Felix’s eyes wandered down to the necklace she held in her hand and listened to her as she talked about it. “That’s sweet. I’m afraid if I wore my sister’s necklace she would notice and beat me up for it.” He snorted. Daphne was a force to be reckoned with, that was for sure. She was also oddly possessive over her possessions with left Felix baffled most the time. Now, his brother.. Felix didn’t bother with him. He was a bad person, and Felix didn’t care to have anything in remembrance when it came to him. He paused for a moment, nodding his head lightly, seeming to zone out for a moment. But once he shook away the brain fog, he said, “Then it’s settled. I’ll get this old thing tailored and good as new.” He seemed happy with his decision.

“Food can turn a day around, I am a firm believer in that.” He laughed. He took a sip of his newly acquired coffee as the waitress dropped them off. He forgot to let it cool and winced as it burned his mouth a little. “I could use some wine right now. Or beer. Or vodka.” He snorted, eye brows raising. “Sounds like a good way to end a day.”

#{ luna; }#I tots forgot if they ordered coffee already so its here xD

elenaalvarez:

“And what are other people supposed to call you?” She’d been told that the person that would come to fix the broken part was named Felix but there wasn’t much else given to her in the way of information. All she knew was being there early meant more money in her next paycheck and she wasn’t in a position to say no to that, even if it meant coming in so much earlier than normal. “I hope so because if you were to ask me, then we would both be stuck here waiting for someone who knew where it went,” she commented as she moved to the side of the kitchen doors so that he could follow her back there to whatever was broken this time. A few things had gone down over the weeks that she’d worked there, but never enough that it closed the place done — only temporarily slowed it down. The people in charge were resourceful, even if she could see the call for newer appliances one day when they broke completely and no one could fix them again.

Elena made her way over to the side where the coffee was brewing, needing at least a cup if she was going to be fully functional by the time that the place opened. “Is it going to take long? Or do you need help? I’m not sure what exactly is broken.” Or if she was just in the way.

Felix gave a shrug, “I’ve been called a variety of names of the years. But for all intent and purpose, you can call me Felix also.” He told her as he followed the woman to the kitchen area. “Being stuck here with you wouldn’t be so bad. Got food, coffee, company.” He added with a chuckle. Felix stopped before the gap where the panel was supposed to sit, hinges still in place thankfully. “If I may ask, would you come down here and hold this panel up so I can get the first screw into it? Once that’s done, it’s smooth sailing.” He decided to take up her request on help. “I need to attach this-- It’s what I was working on-- and then I’m just going to rewire it and make sure it’s working.” He told her.

While Felix was getting the metal ready, he glanced over his shoulder at the girl again. “Thanks for coming out this early. I know it wasn’t easy for me to get up.” He snorted. “What’s your name?” He asked, blue eyes wandering her appearance finally, taking in what was around him as well.

#{ elena; }

konront

Aaron Taylor-Johnson via instagram reel:

“Don’t know what you’re looking at me for — go watch the new trailer for @BulletTrain.”

felix--wilder

konront:

Aaron Taylor-Johnson via instagram reel:

“Don’t know what you’re looking at me for — go watch the new trailer for @BulletTrain.”

#{ photos; }

cassxbrookes:

Zodiac was thrilled with the attention, of course, preening when the man came closer. All it took was a quick sniff of greeting and he was practically putty in Felix’s hands, pressing into the touch over his neck. Shameless horse. “I’m sure it is,” she agreed with a laugh, offering the stallion one last scratch before grinning and gesturing toward the trailer in question, parked just outside the closest barn. It was a good thing Felix asked about where the trailer was, or Cass was liable to spend the rest of the day introducing him to all of the horses. “Do you ride?” She and Daphne might have discussed him a bit, but they hadn’t gone on all day about him, so Cass was intrigued to learn more straight from the horse’s mouth, so to speak. Although he didn’t seem like an easy nut to crack. Her brilliant pun hadn’t even gotten the smallest smirk out of him.

“It’s not too terrible, thankfully, but nothin’ I feel comfortable using until it’s repaired.” When they got to the trailer in question, she pointed to the rather obvious spot, an entire panel on the side had been kicked out and completely pulled away from the flooring. It wasn’t as though a horse could get out, or even that it would be an issue on the road. It was more that Cass was overly cautious with her babies and wouldn’t want to risk a spooked horse getting a hoof caught or getting a cut from any sharp edges. “Shouldn’t be too hard, hopefully.”

Felix was almost in love with the horse and they just met. Those dark eyes seemed to bore into Felix’s icy blue ones. The man absently ran a hand over the horse’s neck as Cass asked him about riding. “Oh, no. I did once upon a time, long ago. But it stopped because I thought I was took cool as a teenager.” He chuckled. “Or really I was afraid my friends would think it’s stupid. I didn’t hang out with the best crowd.” He added and patted the horses neck one more time before stepping away and following her. He took in the shape of the trailer and raised his eye brows, nodding as she spoke and he started to formulate a plan.

“Yeah it won’t be too hard.” He agreed and bent down, looking at the edged and what points he’d need to weld, shave down, or rebuild. “Is the inside clean? Don’t want to start any fires if the hay catches the torch.” He said and looked up at her. After moment of going through his head, Felix walked back to his truck without saying a word and began to grab his tools. He had to come back for the torch or tank. He also brought a change of shirt for himself when he was finished. He always came prepared. “You know my sister, yeah?” He asked.

#{ cass; }

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