#theres at least one photo after each race of them shaking each other like they do or just hugging with the helmet still on

[seblore]

(re: that bb sewis pic) goddd have they been doing their lil paddock walks ever since then?? i had no idea and now i'll never know peace... even worse when you rmbr seb saying that lewis had been a bit hard to get close to dsjajaaskafs megh help

re: this post right here chief

alrighty do you wanna see something. do🗣 you🗣 want🗣 to🗣 see🗣 something🗣

so here are some mclaren!lewis and rbr!seb interactions. these interactions consist of them lingering around the other so they could go out in the paddock together, seb rambling with animated hands while lewis pays little attention to what seb is saying because he is too busy studying seb’s face and them just gravitating towards each other whenever they crossed paths in the paddock.... hashtag just rival things 😽

also bonus: here is them just gazing into each other’s eyes 🙏

tldr: they have ALWAYS been OBSESSED with EACH OTHER AND IN OTHER NEWS IM DIVING INTO THE MARIANA TRENCHHHHHHHHHHHH

[iliveiloveiwrite]

You Know What They Say About Weddings // R.W. (celebration fic)

Request: Omg congratulations!!!! Could you do a Ron x Reader with the "theres only one bed" trope and fluff prompts 11 and 1? Thank you so much and congrats again!! - @mischi3f-manag3d

Fluff 1: “I think I’m in love with you.”

Fluff 11: “Apparently all our friends have a bet going that we end up together.”

A/N: Just me that's ridiculously attracted to the photo below? Anyway! Here is your request, I hope you like!! 

Pairing: Ron Weasley x Fem!Reader

Warnings: I don’t think there are any - just a load of fluff really.

Word count: 1.6k

The band hired by Molly Weasley upon the recommendation of an old friend played in the corner of the marquee. The Weasley family and their friends all crowded there; happy to watch the eldest Weasley child, Bill, marry the love of his life, Fleur.

It had been a wonderful ceremony; very few left the service with dry eyes.

You found it hard to keep your emotions in check through it all; wanting so desperately to turn to the youngest Weasley son beside you and ask if he felt the same way as you – if he loved you just as much as you have loved him since Fifth Year.

You think back to this morning; when you had arrived at the Burrow in time to watch the marquee be raised. Your eyes had landed on Ron, and they hadn’t left him. Your eyes ran over his body; drinking in the sight of him in a suit – sleeves rolled up due to the already warm day. Not wanting to be caught, you turned away and rid your mind of the thoughts running through it at warp speed.

With a laugh at the memory, you drag Ron onto the dancefloor. Awkwardness radiates from him, but he dutifully places his hand on your waist and takes your hand in his as your other hand places itself on his shoulder. You laugh together as you try to follow the beat of the song; the dance lessons given by McGonagall doing nothing for either of your left feet. You step on his toes repeatedly, but he doesn’t complain once; he just changes tact – instead of trying to attempt the waltz, he simply changes the hold of his arms and decides to have fun instead.

Spinning around the dancefloor; you can’t help but let yourself imagine. You can’t help but let yourself think of the future you so desperately desired with the very redhead holding you so gently in his arms.

You know what they say about weddings.

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Fred leans down to Harry’s ear, pointing towards Ron and you on the dancefloor, “When do you think they’ll pull their finger out?”

Harry laughs, “Worried about the bet, Fred?”

Fred snorts, “Hardly.”

Harry watches his best friend twirl you around on the dancefloor before pulling you back in as you laugh. Harry swivels to face Fred, “You know what they say about weddings.”

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You throw off your heels; groaning at the feel of your blood rushing back to your feet. At this height, Ron can easily throw an arm over your shoulder, “Better?”

You nod, “Much.”

Following Ron upstairs, you stifle yawn after yawn. The reception had been one of the best nights of your life; dancing, drinking, laughing – it was a truly happy night. You had danced with Ron for a lot of night; dragging him to the dancefloor for one dance but then staying with him for three more. He eventually left to get drinks whilst you danced with Hermione, Ginny, and Luna – a wide smile across your face.

You hadn’t missed the looks exchanged by the girls when Ron came back to steal your attention. You also hadn’t missed the conversation between Ron’s family and your friends as they watched you continue to the dance with the red-haired man.

You shake your head as you remember that moment; you were aware of the bet they had going. Hermione unable to keep a secret from you had blabbed it to you less than a month after it was made. She felt awful for keeping it from you, but you assured her you didn’t mind too much – curious as to who had what date.

“You don’t mind sharing my room with me?” Ron checks.

You shake your head, smiling at him sleepily, “I don’t mind.”

Ron relaxes somewhat, but he still remains tense, “There’s only one bed.”

You roll your eyes, “How many nights did I sneak into the hospital to stay with you after you hurt your leg?”

Ron blushes, “You’re right. I’ll let you get changed first… just knock when you’re done.”

In that moment, he looks so helpless that you lift yourself onto your tiptoe to press a kiss to his cheek. The last thing you see before closing his bedroom door is Ron pressing a hand to his cheek with a wide smile.

You knock lightly on the door when you’re done changing. Ron enters the room with a light blush dusting his cheeks; his eyes running over body quickly. He turns to his dresser, pulling out his pyjamas.

“I’ll wait outside for you to finish changing.”

Ron shakes his head, “Don’t worry about it; just turn around.”

“If you’re sure?”

“I’m sure,” He laughs.

You turn to face the singular window; the moon is high in the sky and the sky is so clear that you can see the stars. Looking into the garden, you see Bill and Fleur still dancing – alone, no longer surrounded by family and friends. They have no idea they have an audience; they just remain in each other’s arms, finally happy to have a private moment between them. You shift your gaze when Bill dips his heads to kiss his wife.

You think to yourself; there’s just something about weddings.

Ron coughs; bringing you out of your reverie. Turning around, you find him dressed in some old sweatpants and an old shirt. Your heart softens at the sight of him; his hands flex at his side – his nervous tick

His bed is just big enough for two; you lie side by side on your back, hands laid out by your sides. It would take less than a millimetre of space; less than a second of time to reach out and take his hand in yours, to tangle your fingers together.

But you don’t. You lie next to him; mind racing just as fast as your heart – any sense of tiredness hanging over you chased away the moment you laid down next to the boy you’ve loved since Fifth Year.

“Did you have fun today?” Ron asks in the dark; filling the silence.

“I did. It was nice to see everyone before we go back to school. Harry and Ginny looked particularly close.”

Ron frowns, “My sister and my best friend.”

You giggle, turning onto your side, “Don’t act like you don’t approve.”

Ron sighs with a smile,  “You’ve caught me out,” He furrows his brows, “Did you see them all whispering when we were dancing?”

Nodding, you bite your lip, “Apparently all our friends have a bet going that we end up together.”

Ron snorts, reaching for your hand in the dark, “I know. Harry told me about it tonight.”

You sit up in bed; not letting go of his hand, “How long has it been going on? Hermione told me about it but she never said when it started.”

“Since last year. Harry only brought it up because if we get together by Saturday, he wins the bet.”

You laugh, “I can’t believe them.”

“Absolute gits,” Ron laughs.

You play with your fingers, dropping his hand to do so, “What do you think of the bet?”

Ron sits up, “Why?”

“It doesn’t annoy you?” You question; risking a peek at his face in the limited light of the moon.

“Not particularly. It’s a harmless bet.”

You nod your head; trying not to think too much of it.

“Why? What do you think of the bet?”

You sigh heavily; wondering how best to phrase what you’ve wanted to say to him all day, deciding that the truth is the best way to go. “I think I’m in love with you,” You state; bluntly, honestly.

Ron’s mouth drops open and you start talking without giving him a chance to say anything, “You don’t need to feel the same; really, you don’t,” You grab a pillow, “I’ll go sleep on the couch, I’ll see you in the morning.”

You make to leave but Ron’s hand grips your wrist, “Sit back down. At least give me a chance to reply.”

You sit back down on the bed slowly; your hand still grips the pillow in case you need to sleep downstairs. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” Ron asks.

Shrugging your shoulders, you say, “I’m not sure. I wanted to, I really did but then you were with Lavender and I didn’t feel like talking to you a lot and then, and then, and then, I guess I didn’t want to ruin the friendship.”

“I wondered why you pulled away through Lavender; I barely saw you.”

You sigh; crushing the pillow to your chest, “It hurt too much to look at you.”

Ron shuffles on the bed, “If I had known-”

“You’d have what?” You interrupt, “You’d have broken up with her?”

Ron shakes his head, “I’d have never dated her.”

“What?”

“I’d have never dated her,” He repeats, “I’d have asked you out.”

“Oh,” You state.

“Yeah,” Ron mumbles, looking down.

“We’ve mucked this up haven’t we?”

“Nah, we haven’t,” Ron laughs, “We just delayed their bet.”

You giggle, “The bet. Who do we want to win?”

“Who’s the closest to tonight?”

You think for a moment; remembering the piece of paper that Hermione explained was the bet. “I think you were right earlier,” You say, “Harry is the closest by Saturday.”

“What do you think? Shall we let Harry win?”

You smile softly, leaning closer to Ron, “I think I’m okay with Harry winning.”

“Thank Merlin,” Ron whispers before pulling you in for a kiss.

His hand caresses your cheek, and he smiles into the kiss. You soon begin to laugh at the absurdity of it all; having to pull away from the redhead and assure him that it isn’t him you’re laughing at. Your jealousy over Lavender never spurred you to confess your feelings, neither did the Department of Mysteries, but a bet and a wedding has you falling into Ron’s arms.

Well, you know what they say about weddings.

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[mirismuffins-ovo]

Plant Palace pt 9.1 🌿

⚠️[cussing and suggestive wording](theres two parts to this part due to it being a short moment)

[john has been staying with Eddie for around 2 weeks now]

John had stayed there for a few days,he was eating and just sleeping for the most part. He'd taken notice of an orange flower on Eddie's night stand and had realized that the room and house were set up for if John had come back. John had just finished taking a shower,and was drying off,his body looked more fit than before. He wasn’t as thin looking and his body was a slightly toned framed now. He finished getting dressed buttoning his pants as he walked out of the bathroom,seeing Eddie looking through the Polaroid pictures of the babies that had fallen out of his jacket.

“Oh..hey Eds” John shifted his weight slightly,just before he sat down on the opposite side of the bed. He didn’t know what to say about the girls to Eddie. “They’ve gotten so big hm?” He missed them but he didn’t want to leave just yet,he wanted Eddie to come with him at least.

“They sure have. They are still so beautiful just as the day they were born.” Eddie smiled, setting the photos aside.

Looking over at the cleaner, better recovered man, he looked him up and down. As much as Eddie would love to tear him apart, the concern about the girls worried him more. He wasn’t sure how long John had been away from them and like any parent, never wanted to be far away from their kids.

“How are the girls?”

“They’re alright...everyone around camp helps me take care of them,and there are other kids they play with. My mom and Henry have been taking care of them” He sighed and looked away “I miss them..but I try to talk to them often” John glanced at Eddie as he fixed some buttons on his shirt,Bitty was lying comfortably in a cat bed with her little brother Leaf.

“Mom had to teach me how to style their hair,and those girls are sure wild”

He laughed softly longing for his kids but his want for more was strong,it was selfish of him but he couldn’t keep himself away from Eddie.

He wondered if he would be able to help teach the girls how to be human so they could be integrated into human society.

"John… I think you should go back. Go see the girls."

He could see the shock fall on John's face.

“Eddie..I will soon,but..I want be with you”

He felt horrible for being selfish but he had sacrificed everything to keep his kids safe. John wanted his happiness,and he couldn’t fight the loneliness he felt without his lover. He’d waited for years just to see him.

“I don’t want to leave yet.”

"John. I'm in the middle of writing an album. When I finish I promise I'll come find you and the girls. But right now you need to be with them. They're probably worried about you."

He hoped John could go back. He was being serious.

“Eddie...I want more than this,we had dreams together. I still want that and I get you're writing your albums and that stuff is important. I know I came back out of nowhere but..I want more than what I have now” John knew Eddie was serious about this stuff,but so was John.

“I get that right now is temporary..and I will go back to them but..not right now”

Eddie was not happy with the answer. "You don't get to choose what you want anymore. You're a parent, a father, and you should know that your kids come first."

He groaned as he stood up, ruffling his hair. "You know I love you, John, but we are still living our own lives. We have been the past 2 years. We can't just get back together with a snap of our fingers. Things are still rough right now for Abbies and I'd rather you go protect them than worry about me!"

He pointed to the door, silently telling John he needs to go.

“I get it…but you need to understand being a single parent for two years and ignoring my own needs has taken its toll” He stood up and pinched the bridge of his nose frustrated “I’m not worried about the kids..my kids are safe with my mother.” He sighed and took a few steps away from the bed towards the door,but then paused. “how do you know I’ll come back next time..” John glanced back with an eyebrow raised.

“I love you,but like you said we’ve lived our separate lives,and if we don’t rekindle our relationship now i don't think we ever will” John knew he wouldn’t ever wanna leave Eddie but this was something he had to recognize. “Am I better off moving on…am I just still just fantasizing about what we used to be.”

Eddie grit his teeth, clicking his tongue. “Not a day goes by when I think about how you’ll come back to me. But never like this. I always thought we’d never would,or we’d run into each other while getting coffee. Or hell, I go do a concert and you’d be in the crowd!”

He could feel emotion build.

“But I’m not ready for us yet. I spent so long being depressed and hung up on you. I’ve tortured myself by releasing that album. I’ve had to ignore it for 2 years but whenever I had to play that one song I felt empty every time. That song was meant for you. That whole album was meant for you! It showed everything I felt about you but I never got an answer. That was my call to you, and I got nothing. Year after year after year and you just expect me to come back to you? Or you walk into my life begging for me to join you?

“John, we need to work on this. We still need to work on ourselves, what we really really want and what the consequences of that will be. We might be ready for the world, but the world might not be ready for us.”

John snapped his voice ringing out in frustration.“Do you think I give a fuck about what the world wants anymore Eddie!? After what I’ve done and what I’ve been through?!” He had whipped around to face the singer,aggressively motioning with his hands.“I’m done with worrying about the world Eddie,I get if you do now cause your famous” He crossed his arms and sighed, shaking his head “I’ve listened to the album almost everyday since it came out,our daughters know that their father sings that song. I listen to it to torture myself,to remind myself that I had to leave the fucking love of my life with OUR kids to live in the middle of nowhere...without you.” His tone was somber but he rubbed his face and regained his voice.

Eddie looked like he was about to speak but John

rose a hand to stop him.

“How did you expect me to answer you,hm!? What was I supposed to do while taking care of three little toddlers and trying to keep camp from getting captured by the government?” He squinted irritated “you know how they knew I was abnormal when I went to the hospital,even though I tried my damndest to control myself? I was listed as a fugitive from when I was a teenager,but I’m not anymore. I am not dangerous ” John sighed

“I’ll leave alright,I just wanted you to come with me...we could’ve had our little family..” he shrugged and his eyes flicked up to meet Eddies without waivering.

Eddie was enraged.

“Look if you’re just here to take me back and fuck, then do it.” Eddie glared.

His heart was racing, he had been eyeing the man since he started to make home. He was sure even the sight of his boyfriend still getting dressed was soon to make him hard. Wait..boyfriend? Sure why not.

“To tell you the truth, I’ve been trying to hold back the past few days.” Eddie had been eyeing John for the past two weeks,dying to rekindle their fire.“ But I was putting the girls first, no one wants to grow up without their parent.”

He walked up to John towering above him, running his fingers through the freshly washed hair, sliding them down John's face before taking hold of his chin, staring deeply into the shorter man’s eyes as he tilted his head up to face him.

“take me back to see our daughters,but let me have you”

Johns eyes widened and he looked up to see Eddies lustful eyes. The large man leaning interlocking his mouth with Johns,unexpectedly shoving his tongue into his mouth. John huffed and only paused to catch his breath,Eddie had pinned John against the wall,the more experienced man taking him by surprise.John's body knew what it was doing though,and just a look from Eddie had John longing for his touch. Eddie had picked John up by his thighs allowing John to wrap his legs around Eddie's waist before taking him to bed. Passionately ripping the clothes off of eachother. Eddie snickering at the ginger virgin who looked taken by surprise but seemed to be enjoying himself.

You can guess what happened next.

[just-jordie-things]

Thunderstorm - Theo Raeken

word count: 2555 warnings: swearing, awkward tension request(s): Hey, I don't know if you take requests right now, but could you do one with Theo raeken? The reader is a witch in Scott's pack and she hates Theo (who has a secret crush on her), but they have to work together because of the wild hunt and he slowly earns her trust and her love. Your writing is amazing, it would be so cool of you to write this request😘 thanks and: Can you please do a theo raeken imagine where like its after 6b and theo is more involved in pack and they have like a game or movie night and theres like a thunderstorm and reader is super scared and they all go to bed but he like hears her heartbeat and goes to comfort her and its all really cute and fluffy. sorry this was sooo long dedicated to: @high-functioning-fangirl02 bc she loves theo so much

Theo wasn’t always exactly a friend of yours.  In fact, you used to hate his guts so much that you nearly killed him, if it wasn’t for Scott holding you back.  There was a time when you still would’ve gone behind your alpha’s back just to end the chimera.

But now things have changed.  It’s been a year since Theo and the Dread Doctors were a threat to the pack, and you no longer felt like Theo needed comeuppance.  In fact, after he came back from hell to help you all retrieve Stiles and stop the Ghost Riders, and later help take down the hunters that threatened not only your pack but every supernatural creature, you felt he’d really changed as a person.  You could even go as far to say you were almost best friends.

You could definitely admit you felt a little more for him than you thought you ever could… not that you’d admit it to anyone else.

You were sat on the sofa while Liam and Scott were challenging each other to an arm wrestling competition.  Lydia, Stiles, Malia, and you had put your money on Scott winning.  While Kira, Mason, and Theo had put their bet on Liam winning.

Pack sleepovers were always weird, but in fun ways.  Last time you had a Just Dance competition, but it got too intense and Stiles and Liam nearly broke out fist fighting.

“Three!  Two! One! Arm wrestle!” Stiles spoke excitedly, and everyone gathered around eagerly to watch the tournament, all wide eyed and chanting excitedly.

“I swear sometimes I think I’ve joined a cult” Theo told you, sitting down next to you.  You chuckled and nodded in agreement.

“I know I’m in one” You replied, and he laughed as well.  The both of you watched the alpha and beta for a few moments, and it seemed like neither of them were moving at all, even though you were sure both were putting as much force as they could into it.

“I didn’t think that this is what your sleepovers would be like” He said, and you began laughing, making him look at you in confusion, wondering what he’d said that was funny.

“You saying sleepover, it’s just hilarious.  Theo Raeken is at a sleepover” You snorted with laughter, clutching your stomach.  Theo rolled his eyes, not finding it as humorous as you.

“Yeah yeah you’re a dork you know that l/n?” He said sarcastically, but you just grinned at him, affirming his statement.

“Yep! A proud dorky killer werewolf right here” You said with a small laugh.  “Well, not really a killer.  Dorky werewolf” You corrected.  “Hey! That could make a really good tv show” Theo laughed, shaking his head as he smiled at you.

You were something remarkable to Theo.  Because you held firm beliefs when it came to your view on the world and the people in it.  But that didn’t mean that your mind couldn’t change.  For instance he was sure that you’d never accept him into the McCall pack, or that you’d even let him lend you a pen in class.  But after the events with the Ghost Riders, and Gerards werewolf hunters, you grew much closer to him.  He earned your trust, and a few other things he wasn’t aware of.  He got to see the real you, the you that you were when there wasn’t a threat to Beacon Hills.  The cute, funny, sometimes spastic, sweet girl you were.  And he grew to have quite the soft spot for you.  

While you could also be a badass, golden eyed werewolf that could tear the throat out of her enemy in two seconds flat, he liked both sides of you.  In fact, he really liked both sides.

And normally, Theo Raeken was the kind of guy who held more confidence than he could handle.  But seeing the strange and rather violent history between the two of you, he refrained from working his charms on you.  Figuring that he should just be happy that you’re friendly with him.

“I win!” You and Theo turned to see Scott had shoved Liam’s hand against the coffee table, making a small crack in the wood from the force.

“Goddamnit Scott, that one’s new” Lydia grumbled.  He’d broken her old one a few weeks ago jumping on it.  You couldn’t recall why he’d done it, probably to prove a point of some kind.

“I’ll buy you the next one” Scott said bashfully, and you were laughing quietly to yourself.

“Most teens deal with romance and angst and school stress.  Not us.  We fight villains and break tables with super strength” You announced, getting up to go find a drink in Lydia’s kitchen.

“I got a really nice red wine you can try if you want” The banshee called to you from the living room.

“That’s alright” You shrugged, opening her fridge for something else.  You couldn’t get drunk anyways, no point in wasting good wine.  “Another downside to not being a normal teenager” You mumbled to yourself, deciding on a bottle of water anyways.

“Well it’s not any better for me” Stiles said as you came back in.

“Yeah.  Me either” Mason agreed.  “You think I want to get drunk in front of all of you where you can make fun of me for being an idiot?” Him and Stiles chuckled, both understanding the awkward struggle of being human.

“Well, at least you don’t go insane twice a month” You said, plopping back in your seat by Theo.

“Twice?” Liam mumbled.  All the girls gave him a pointed look ad his mouth made an ‘o’ shape.  “O-oh right y-yeah” His face turned red as he looked away from their laughter.

“Poor Liam” Theo chuckled, and you smiled at him, your own laughter quiet as you looked at him.  His eyes seemed to… sparkle when he laughed.

No y/n.  You mentally slapped yourself, your smile softening.  Don’t do that, don’t notice things.  But you couldn’t help it, he was easy to look at.

You turned away when his eyes caught yours, taking a long drink of your water.  Lucky for you, he didn’t say anything about it.  But you didn’t catch the way he smiled at you.

“It’s late, why don’t we put in a movie and settle in?” Lydia suggested, and everyone tiredly nodded in agreement.

“It’s my turn to choose!” Malia leapt up from her spot on the floor by Scott, racing over to Lydia’s DVD collection (you swore she owned every movie ever).

“On the bright side, it won’t be a romantic comedy” You said, and Theo sighed with relief.

“Thank. God.  I can’t handle one more re-run of The Notebook” You laughed, remembering the way he had stared at the screen with disgust.

Malia ended up choosing some action movie you’d never seen before.  Something with aliens but also had a James Bond theme.  You found it difficult to follow, sleepily slumped on the couch as your eyes threatened to fall shut.

“You’re gonna pass out during the big fight scene” Your eyes opened just enough to see a blurry splotch shaped like The next to you.

“I happen to be alright with that” You responded dryly, and he just chuckled.

“Well do you want like a blanket or something?”

“No I’m alright” You said in a quiet voice, already closing your eyes again.

You fell asleep not minutes after shutting your eyes.

The movie was nearly three hours long, and Theo wasn’t sure how he managed to stay awake during the whole thing.  Shortly after you’d fallen asleep, you’d begun to sprawl across the couch, so he’d moved to the last open chair so you could have the space of the couch to lay out on.

Malia and Scott had set up a makeshift bed of blankets and were currently wrapped up in each other.  He thought for a moment they were too cuddly to be cute, before he turned to see Stiles and Lydia on the other sofa.

Okay, that’s worse, he thought, cringing and looking away instantly.  Hell, he couldn’t tell where one of them started and the other ended.  Shaking his head, he looked around other places, the sound of the rain hitting the roof being the only noise in the room.  It was kind of calming, sitting in the dark and listening to the weather outside.

Kira and Liam and Mason were sprawled out separately across the floor as well, no where near the two couples.

He looked back to you, curled up to preserve your warmth seeing that you’d refused a blanket.  You took up less than half the couch, and Theo found it amusing you were so compact.  If he didn’t know any better, he’d take a photo just to mess with you later.

It was quiet for a few minutes longer, until thunder clapped outside and the lightning lit up the room.  It didn’t bother Theo, he was used to the storming weather of Beacon Hills, it was just a part of living there.

But someone here wasn’t as okay with it as he was.  His ears instantly caught the sound of a rapid heartbeat.  Fear, he noted.  They were afraid.  He sat up further, looking round for the owner of the heartbeat.  And not moments later, you were shuffling off of the couch, and leaving the room.  Not even noticing Theo was upright and watching you go.

You were afraid of storms? He shook his head out of confusion.  y/n l/n, designated badass? Afraid of storms? How could that be?

Without another thought Theo got out of his chair and followed after you towards the kitchen.  You jumped from where you stood by the sliding glass door, your senses heightened more than usual because of the fear you were in.

“Theo?” You whispered, not wanting to awaken anyone else.  “What’re you doing up?”

“I could ask you the same thing” He shrugged.  But he already knew the answer.  Your eyes left his and turned back to the glass, looking up at the dark sky cautiously.  “Why’re you afraid of storms?”

Your head snapped over as you glared at him, not exactly… appreciating… his directness.

“I’m not afraid of storms” You told him in a snarky tone.  He looked back at you expectantly, knowing there was more to that statement than you’d said aloud.  But he didn’t push you again, just wandered over to stand next to you at the large window.  Your eyes were wildly flicking across the sky, watching the storm clouds move.

Your whole body flinched when the thunder boomed, and a strike of lightning flashed miles away.  The light of it being the only thing that illuminated in the dark kitchen.

After taking a deep breath, you spoke up again.  “I’m afraid of what comes after” Your voice shook in it’s whisper, and Theo looked over at you with confusion laced in his expression.

“What do you mean?” He asked.  Your teeth sunk into your lip, embarrassed that you were even talking to him about this.

“Storms they… something bad always happens” You admitted.  “People get taken and… and erased and it makes others go insane and-” You cut yourself off, taking in a sharp breath.  “I’m really fucking tired of losing people” You said weakly.

Theo’s mouth opened, but no words came out.  He just stood there, staring at you with sorrowful eyes.

“y/n…” He trailed off, not really knowing how to say ‘I won’t let that happen’ in a non-cheesy way.  “That’s over, it’s not happening again-”

“How the hell do you know that?” You asked, not in an angry way, but a helpless one.  “How do we know these things won’t happen again? It doesn’t just end when we go to college.  What if no one’s here to help? What if something happens before we can get to it? What if one of us-”

“Hey” Theo said softly, reaching for your hand and grasping it gently in his.  “Trust me on this, it’s going to be alright”

“But how can you say that?” You choked.

“Because… because I wouldn’t let that happen” Your brows cinched together and your lips parted slightly, unsure of what he meant by that.

“Theo things don’t work like that…especially not around here” You mumbled.  “And even if it did there’s nothing you could do to-”

Theo’s hands captured your cheeks and in moments his lips crashed down to yours.  A soft sound left the back of your throat in surprise, not having expected… that.  But it didn’t take you long for your hands to link around his neck and kiss him back.  Even if it was spontaneous, you were still kissing Theo Raeken.

Your eyes were squeezed shut tight, fingers curling into his hair.  He was leant down slightly, enough to reach you.

Something between a whimper and a sigh left your lips, making the both of you pull apart briefly, only to take in a breath before you were pulled back into another kiss.  Theo’s hands traveled down, settling on your hips and tugging you flush against him.  You were just beginning to melt against his touch when lightning struck again and you practically jumped away from him.

Instantly you sighed, putting your hands over your face and running back through your hair stressfully.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry-”

“It’s alright” Theo smiled as kindly as he could, his palms rubbing over your arms warmly.  “It’s alright” He repeated.  “Just a storm, nothing else” You nodded shakily, and he tucked your loose strands of hair back behind your ear.

“Okay” You whispered back.

“You want to go back to bed?” He asked, and you nodded again.  Theo smiled, and lead you back into the living room.  “I’m gonna go find you some actual blankets, okay?”

“Okay” You said again, sitting down on the couch and watching him leave in search of something comfy for you.

You were sat there for a while, doing your best not to focus on the storm, to try thinking of anything else.  But the rain was coming down so hard and the lightning kept striking and sounded so close, you weren’t sure how else to distract yourself.  Until a thought came to mind that made your heart stutter.

“Did I just kiss Theo?” You mumbled to yourself, unknowingly drawing the attention of a certain strawberry blonde that hadn’t been able to fall asleep.

“You did what!?”

i’m sorry this is shit idk what happened xoxo ~ jordie

[supacutiepie]

FAHC but they part time in the Arts

Some ideas about the crew but they also have their hands so heavily coated in art history they probably could out do the Louvre at this point..

Geoff is a professional restoration artist. He spends his money on tools and projects- taking old paintings and renewing them, buying old steamers and trunks at auctions and restoring them to their former glory. He works at the local museum in the back rooms, diligently working away to mend books and rebind them till they’re presentable for exhibition. The majority of his safe houses are just homes he bought on a whim and started renovating- going from the old 1920 speakeasy/barbershop that he just couldn’t abandon because “It’s like, a part of our history Jack! The precursor of crime!!”, to the small corner homes that don’t have walls or plumbing but demanded respect for their 180 years spent standing.

Ryan sews, knits, crochets, braids- and most importantly he can make Tapestries. His cool down time is him sitting in a quiet room and knitting/crocheting. When on stake outs he brings mending projects and some small knitting things. One time he made a full scarf and mitten set. One of his signatures is actually kinda terrifying- but when hes’s in charge of torture and questioning depending on how high profile the guy is, he has a very special method of questioning. Sometimes its in the palms, the soles of feet, across chests and sides. But Ryan will sew into his victim. On a particularly memorable occasion, when the guy responsible for putting on of the boys in the er, but he was too high profile and they couldn’t directly prove he was involved...ryan sews his mouth shut for good. 

Jack is a carpenter/builder. Got degrees in architecture and historical buildings.That’s how Jack met Geoff, working as his contractor for an apartment complex Geoff was renovating into a non profit shelter of sorts. Jack helps out on the restorations on old furniture and also helps Ryan with mending. But when Jacks not working with wood, theres always old knick knacks and cars to be repaired and refurbished. Jack, Michael, and Geoff restore old cars on the weekends and sometimes go racing with them. Jack has a small shop that doubles as a restoration and auto museum its great. But then theres also the gardens- Professional gardens that win every award possibile. So help you if you step on own of those manicured lawns and trample through the flower beds...death is the kindest outcome.

Michael does restoration too, but specializes in painting and statues. He has some pretty dedicated degrees in chemistry and the Arts, which he also uses to make bombs and ammo. He likes the quiet on cleaning and touching up paintings, and the precision works well with his hands. He also helps to restore old marble statues and sculptures, using his money to buy his workplace some top of the line gear like the laser that wipes away dirt from marble and stone. When he’s not at work or with the crew, which is rare, he likes to work with clay and plaster. The penthouse may or may not have various clay dicks hidden around the place, in various sizes and colors. 

Gavin works with photo restoration and preservation. He uses both physical means and digital to restore old photographs and some more modern ones if a client shows up with family photos they need fixed.He collects albums from all over the world and keeps them preserved carefully and diligently, while also finding old cameras and fixing them up as well. He also helps paint and does some printing/pressing when asked by geoff. On long distance trips he packs maybe three different cameras and goes trekking around cities, documenting old buildings and landmarks. He also designs some of their outfits, which then get passed over to ryan to create.

Jeremy gets old records and restores them. He finds old radios and Phonographs in junkyards that he polishes, shines, and moulds back to life.He uses digital equipment to clear up old scratched records and tapes, and then uses his own instruments and vocals to fill in the gaps. He also likes to collect old sports gear and renew it as well, he owns an truly antique boxing gym and it acts like a museum of sorts. His slightly off kilter hobby though is taking old weapons and restoring them. he gets help from some of the other guys on this one, because who doesn’t want a fully restored battle axe hanging in their living room?

Some of the stuff they work together on, like the theater geoff bought for  Jack and Jeremy, which everyone pitched in to restore and find talent for. Gavin sometimes aslo acts on the stage which everyone delights in watching. Sometimes Ryan joins in and the whole place is left in awe filled silence during his soliloquies. But the whole project really took years and hard work and it’s one of many buildings they own and work with. one being their local bar that also sidelines as a safe house/ local shelter for those who need it, geoff original owned it but gave it to michael after his stopped drinking.

Geoff, Jack, and Michael all work on cars together. New and old alike they fix and refurbish whatever comes their way. For heist vehicles they normally plan out their own modifications and don’t give the job to strangers. They own a full dozen workshops and some warehouses where they store and refurbish their vehicles, often times either selling them to good owners, museums, or people who are in need of vehicles. 

 There was one occasion in which everyone got to witness the great death bringer, the one and only, Vagabond himself- break down int gentle crying and reverent praise. It was on the anniversary of Ryan joining the crew, Gavin had just come back from a surprise trip to Italy and had gifted the man with a plain looking wooden box. Everyone was on the edge of their seat as they watched Ryan pry off the lid and very cautiously peel away some tissue paper...and then immediately get choked up.

No one really expected it, because the fabric looked dull and old but nothing special. It was a dull brown and the designs seemed a little too rough to be machine grade so it was a handmade gift but why the fuss? 

Because when Ryan so very tenderly lifted it up the light made the whole piece glitter and shimmer like fine gold, and the individual strands each reflected their own light so beautiful. 

“One of a kind, something I help make even!  At least a little bit. Would have been better if I could have gotten you into the lessons but you know, I only got this because I helped the seamstress out with some stuff..”

Ryan just shakes his head and puts the fabric back safely before standing and hugging the life out of Gavin, which probably shocks everyone more than the tears did.

One of the finest examples of history in tapestry, and it was such a simple thing to give. Sea Silk and a thoughtful gesture and that was all it took to break the vagabond. Ryan keeps the box under lock and key but regularly pulls it out and just stares at the sunlight on the fabric. 

So far thats all I got but I like it so yeeeeeee boooooooooi