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Seran 📩 Harley

Seran: Hi Harley, it’s Seran.

#{ text . }#{ harleysings }#{ harley; i love you from a distance. }

Running a finger across the rim of his glass, Tyler stared at everyone in bar. He was a bit in shock over everything to be honest, but at the same time it wasn’t his place to say anything. It was his place to follow orders and do what the others told him. It was the beauty of being a recruit at the end of the day. “So, in other news did you all know that some guy blew off his hand on the fourth? And by some guy I mean really only guy did. The odds of that in Jericho are pretty impressive you know.”

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--- Seran had been staring at his glass with such ferocity, it should have exploded. Looking over to Tyler he raised his brow almost sarcastically. ‘’I didn’t know that and to be honest I didn’t really want to know that?’’ Seran states but chuckles to show it was a light hearted comment and not one to be feared.

‘‘I mean we’ve blown people up for fun, so this guy was only getting a taste of what our daily lives look like, right?’‘ Seran smirks with a wink to Tyler as he lifts his glass to his lips and takes a sip of the amber hued liquid that coursed a burn down his throat, sucking in a breath between his teeth.

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aubreeisms:

Aubree turned the corner only to pause when she recognized the bike, and the lanky male that could barely see her figure as he seemed to squint through the sun. Thankfully, she could see his expression to perfection and used the little time she had to readjust herself. “I have a flat,” the brunette told him honestly. If she lied and mentioned that she was fine, he would only assume that she wasn’t one to trust him. Or worse, know that perhaps she feared him and his members. “I was hoping that someone would come along who knew how to put a spare on. I tried some youtube videos and I guess that used all the battery I had left.”

The brunette mentioned softly, only to nod her head. “It’s Aubree. And you’re Seran. We’ve met before.” She told him with a soft smile.

--- The last time he’d seen the girl he’d been trying to pull her to his side as a hang about, trying to draw her in. She was a pretty little thing and something they could use in the long run; a decoy. But that conversation had never been finished as he smirks lightly. The more of them he could steal even if he wasn’t patching them in, the more powerful the brotherhood would become and that was exactly their game. Her time of need was the perfect opportunity as he chucked his leg over the bike and stood up removing his helmet with ease; brushing off his jacket in order.

‘‘A flat, did ya say?’‘ He calls out with a roll of his neck and shoulders. ‘‘n o need to to that phone shit, I was taught how to do this before I could even walk.’‘ Seran chuckles making his way over to her vehicle. Seran bends at the knee assessing the damage for a moment, he falls silent as he tries to figure out what had caused the flat.

‘‘Looks like a nail, so I’ll change it out for ya’.’‘ He calls standing up and turning towards her with a smirk. ‘‘I remember you, how could I forget a pretty face like that? Huh?’‘

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sxphiakim:

Sophia didn’t know how she got into this predicament. One moment she was finishing her shift, the next she was stopped on the way to her park vehicle with a gun pointed at her. She recognized the man, Seran was it? The one who visited Harley a lot.

“I…” She was at a loss for words as she became anxious of what was going to happen to her. She was upset and angry on top of that, especially for what she had done for him seeing as the redheaded singer was important to him.

Holding her hands up, she took deep breaths and softly replied with, “I was the off duty paramedic on site. I saved her life, that’s all I focused on from beginning to end. I’m sorry that I don’t have anything else to offer you.”

--- Those words were probably one of few that got him to lower his weapon, he’d seen her around the hospital and knew of her from a few occasions. She was a paramedic and far from the person that would have stabbed his wife only a few nights ago; his eyes soften almost instantly and his face drops. As much as Seran didn’t care who he had to kill, he also hated the idea of intentionally scaring an innocent woman so he sighs.

‘‘Sorry.’‘ He mutters as he shows her with his hands that he means her no more harm. ‘‘Is there anything about her wounds that I can go off? Anything at all? Certain kind of blade? Anything? i need something...’‘ He trailed off his voice almost begging at this point, he was losing his mind right before everyone and that was just as scary as what he was willing to do to avenge the woman he loved.

‘‘I won’t hurt ya, I just need help here.’‘

#{ replies . }#{ sxphiakim }

levi-nam:

Levi wasn’t even sure how he had gotten here. He raised his hands at the sight of the gun and his heart began pounding in his chest. Maybe it’s because he was a Wolf, maybe it was because Seran knew he’d been there that night. Either way, he wondered if he was going to die.

He didn’t want to.

“I…don’t know what the hell you’re talking about,” Levi started slowly as he kept his gaze on Seran and the gun, his eyes only shifting back and forth to those two things. “All I did was get Lori out of harm’s way, and then I was pushed back to the wall. I didn’t even see who got hurt until I heard people talking. There were so many people…I was drinking. Everyone was. You expect me to know?”

He swallowed hard, but he glared at the man. “You’d murder me just because I didn’t see something? Do you intend to do that to the entire town until you get what you want? That’s insane.”

--- His eyes did not falter from their stare, locked and precise as he grinded his pearly whites together in agitation. ‘’I know you were there, I saw you around before I left.’’ Seran states bluntly, almost like there was no emotion what so ever in his voice. Like he was as cold as ice but thawing slowly from the heat that was radiating from him. How could one man be so angry all the time? It seemed like second nature these days.

‘‘The hell you don’t know what I’m talking about. I don’t care who you saved, what the fuck did you see? You had to have seen something? You saw nothing at all? is that what you’re saying to me?’‘ His voice started to grow erratic and more fragile. This was not a man who should have been allowed near any weapons at this point. He was grasping but only getting thin air every time he tried. He felt like he was falling with no where to land.

He couldn’t and wouldn’t lose this battle.

‘‘Give me something because I don’t wanna hurt you.’‘

#{ replies . }#{ levi-nam }

dylansvmmer:

Dylan had almost forgotten about the entire scene she was running away from when she walked up to the male she recognized and he seemed to be a shell of the person she had come to know. Her brow rose and shoulders fell as she looked at him blankly. “What the fuck happened to you?” she asked the loaded question, knowing it could be one of the thousand of things that had happened recently, or all of them. “Whatever it is, I don’t like it.”

Her nose almost wrinkles in disgust as he seemed to be both boring and too bland that she almost wanted to run back to the male she had attempted to escape from. “Who and what the hell made you so boring? I came to you because I thought you could at least keep me entertained, but you seem to be sucking the life out of your surroundings.”

She eyed him then. “The hell is wrong?”

--- Seran let his eyes slowly glide over to her as he finally took a sip, never breaking the contact. What the hell had happened to him? He’d came here after the act he’d finally fell through with; he’d accomplished his goal and should have been celebrating but in fact he was far from it. He’d pushed away his girl further than she’d ever been before and bedded the other. His brothers would have clapped him on his back except for one--- there was one on his mind that didn’t seem to leave. And then of course there was a fact that his ex-wife who was also still his wife had been stabbed, someone had set fire to a place with another girl inside of it and among the few things the brotherhood had done recently. Well fuck? That’s what happened to him. He hums and nods his head.

‘‘Don’t have to like it sweet heart, you can sit and watch the show or you can shut the fuck up and watch me drink.’‘ He mutters although his voice is lowly and still hardly a perk behind his words. Her words about keeping her entertained almost gained a laugh, but it died before the sound could leave his mouth.

He finally tuns his head to look at her; a pretty girl, one that often caught his hazel hues but also one that seemed a little too nosy for his liking. ‘’I’ll give you some advice, sweet heart.’’ He pauses as he takes a long sip of his drink. "A Paranoid Schizophrenic Walks Into A Bar...and if you’re smart you’ll leave them the fuck alone" Seran shakes his head.

‘‘If you aren’t smart and you decide to keep them company, know when to stop asking too many questions.’‘

#A Paranoid Schizophrenic Walks Into A Bar...#{ replies . }#{ dylansvmmers }

Seran 📩 Harley

Harley: I'm telling everyone in your little blood gang what you said. I'm sure Sinners and Saints can put a plaque up in your honour.

Harley: Awh, are you getting frustrated? Don't know what I'm saying?

Harley: Good. Stay that way.

Harley: You'll never know what's in the boxes. You'll just deal with what I send.

Harley: That's my name, honey, don't wear it out.

Seran: I'd love that, i have a sweet side too.

Seran: Only when I want something tho ;-)

Seran: NO. Now fuck off and get over. I have shit to do.

Seran: Oh you wore my out a long time ago.

#{ text . }#{ harleysings }#{ harley; i love you from a distance. }

--- ‘’You’re gonna tell me what you saw.’’ He states with his gun pointing out towards the room, he didn’t care at this point; he was completely irrational and it was something that Seran did well. A creepy smile seemed to spread across his lips as he cocks his head to the side; a chuckle falling from them.

‘‘You look terrified which is great. That’s exactly what I want but don’t for a second think I won’t put a bullet through your head if you don’t give me the answers that I want.’‘ Seran spits kicking at the cracked flooring of the cement beneath his feet.

‘‘Now if you don’t know anything that’s fine, but you know someone who does. Give me their name and I’ll let you go. Don’t and we both know how this ends for you. I have a gallon of bleach, a tarp and a hacksaw in the trunk of my car. One hour, tops, you’re off the face of the earth.’‘

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bradyorville:

Brady took a pull from the cigarette as the woman - his mother - continued to speak on the other line. He didn’t often smoke during work, as it often upset the animals inside his clinic, but lately, it was needed. Two of two, he absently thought as his mother’s voice became choked up again, tossing it down and crushing it beneath the heel of his boot. “Je sais,” he murmured, gruff tone softened as their grief was shared. “ Je sais il me manque aussi . Voulez-vous que je revienne un peu? Vous aider avec la maison?”

When there was no answer, he frowned and looked at his phone, sighed heavily. Fucker kept dying on him and he took a moment, rubbing his forehead and taking deep breaths. He was going to end up with an ulcer if he kept suppressing it, but the hell if it wouldn’t be worthwhile.

--- It had been one long fucking day as he stood outside, smoke in hand and music blaring through his head phones; he often forgot how nice it was to block the world out as he puffed away like his life depended on it, at this point he didn’t care if the stick was killing him or not, he just hoped that it wouldn’t be too long and painful. But if anything was going to kill Seran it would most likely be at the hands of another human more so than a cigarette. He knew that his time would come eventually, it was thrilling in a way, never know what came next with his life.

But he’d found himself here to see a good friend as he pushed the door open and called out loudly ‘‘Brady!’‘ Seran called out with a flash of a grin, someone he liked to have around unlike the morons he seemed to associate with besides his brothers. He looked around knowing that he usually worked on these days, hoping he hadn’t turned up to see someone else.

#{ replies . }#{ bradyorville }

Seran 📩 Harley

Harley: You're just stupid.

Harley: If only you would stop being that for five minutes, asshole. Do everyone a favour.

Harley: You're a perv.

Harley: 🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕

Harley: Figure that out, moron.

Seran: Never said I wasn't. Stupid is as stupid does.

Seran: Yes I quoted forrest gump. Shoot me.

Seran: Actually don't, that would hurt.

Seran: I'm a perv. LOL. and i thought i was a saint all these years? Where have I been going wrong? LET GOD KNOW I'M GONNA CHANGE.

Seran: jump off Harley. fml.

Seran: WHY ARE YOU PUTTING BOXES AGAIN I DON'T UNDERSTAND.

Seran: fucking bitch. 😡

#{ text . }#{ harley; i love you from a distance. }#{ harleysings }

dylansvmmer:

Dylan peered up from the male who had attempted to keep her attention all night with boring small talk. Unfortunately, she hadn’t been given a good enough excuse to leave as she knew if she was rude, there was a good chance he’d turn around and make her pay for the countless drink she had put on his tab. Fortunately, when she noticed a lone person on their own, the girl made her move. Excusing herself, the brunette marched towards them and smiled. “Can you help me out and pretend you’ve been waiting for me?”

--- Arms on top of the bar his eyes stared directly at the drink before him, it’d been sat there for some time and he had yet to take a drop. The reasoning for this instead of downing it like usual? He was kinda scared about the type of person he’d become if he had a drink at this moment in time, he was already crazier than usual. The alcohol burning inside of him might have created a monster he wasn’t sure they were ready to see yet, although it was bubbling right now on the surface, preparing to come out and scare the crap of those who dared.

Looking over her his eyebrow curves as he sighs ‘’Sure if you want I just think it’ll be kinda pointless because I’ve been sat in here for like three hours staring at this drink. So, do what ever you want take a perch or something and just talk to me,’’ His voice was monotone, no excitement or contentment to be found anywhere in his voice. It was solemn.

‘‘Don’t look like the type to scare easily.’‘ He says reaching forward and picking up his glass.

#{ replies . }#{ dylansvmmers }

Seran 📩 Harley

Harley: I really wish someone would just run you over.

Harley: SERIOUSLY, SERAN??????

Harley: I guess you hear this often, and you probably haven't found the answer yet, but what the hell is wrong with you? Who would give you that info?

Harley: If you ever show up at my house, I'll taser you.

Harley: Which isn't much different from wanting to do it RIGHT. NOW.

Harley: 🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕

Seran: Your emojis came up as boxes? Am i being stupid or am I just old and don't get the joke?

Seran: You want me to put your stuff into boxes?

Seran: i put them in black bin bags??

Seran: HEY. I don't get run over, I'm immortal. Devil's best friend over here 👿

Seran: people who wanna sleep with me would give me that info, may I reiterate; something you used to love doing.

Seran: just because you don't want me doesn't me other's dont, ya know.

Seran: and how the fuck did someone allow you to have a taser?

Seran: You're clumsy as fuck. Probs taser yourself.

Seran: ... no offence. 😂😂

#{ text . }#{ harley; i love you from a distance. }#{ harleysings }

aubreeisms:

Aubree had remained stranded on the side of the road for a while, almost losing hope that someone would come by after a few hours. Her phone had died, but still, she refused to start walking in fear that she would get lost in the dark. Thankfully, she noticed headlights and turned in the hope of waving them down.

--- His bike was reveing beneath him as the wind and the sun were just what he needed to clear his head, the road was moving past at such a speed that he wasn’t even sure how fast he was going anymore; anything to keep his mind clear even if only for a few minutes. The cops were all so busy looking for the person who’d created the disaster at the opening that he was left to his own free will with his bike; no fear of being dragged to the station for something so minor, because at the end of the day they had other things to worry about. But he did notice in the distance a woman, who he could just about make out. Now in Seran’s state of mind he’d have just driven past but something inside of him snapped, the image of Harley. With a grumble he reers off to the side and parks up.

‘‘You okay there mam’ ‘‘ He calls out removing the glasses as he squints in the sun only to realise he knew the girl before him; he’d spoken to her in a bar one night. Thought their conversation had been cut short. ‘’Aubree, right?’’ He asks.

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Seran 📩 Harley

Harley: I suppose after this, blocking your number won't be such a bad thing. As least you don't know where I live.😀

Harley: Seriously, Seran?

Harley: You're fucking ridiculous.

Harley: FINE.

Harley: I'll come over.

Harley: You're a dick.

Seran: Got your whole file baby. don't underestimate me.

Seran: Really wonders what some flirtin and manners can do.

Seran: Yes, seriously. Either you come over or I kick who ever's ass it is that comes over.

Seran: then that shit will be on your head

Seran: LOL you loved riding my dick once upon a time and you never complained then so.

Seran: See you soon sweetie! 💖💖💖💖💖💖

#{ text . }#{ harleysings }#{ harley; i love you from a distance. }

michellehromero:

Michelle was working on closing her shop up when she heard the front bell of the door ring, letting her know that someone had entered. She had been going through some of the orders from clients from the side business her and her mom had in the back of the shop, selling weed to a select clientele. She put the paperwork away and walked to the front. “We’re closed if you didn’t read the sign that’s on the door in big letters,”

--- Seran had never been a drug taking man, the very opposite actually. He’d always favoured alcohol and sex; the way of rock and roll was something which had been implemented into his life because of his father and mother and thus he really hated the idea of it. But right now this wasn’t about him, as much as Seran and Harley weren’t on great terms he knew that weed had always been something that could help with recovery, wasn’t it? To be honest he didn’t know all that much about it in the long run but he’d do anything to help her even if they weren’t speaking. So he went to the only person he knew of, other than his own dealers. He didn’t want them to know and get a reputation for himself as weak.

‘‘Sorry to barge in,’‘ Did Seran just apologise? Jesus. Was he that fucking whipped. With a sigh he runs a hand through his hair and lets his eyes glide around the room; there was no one else around, perfect. ‘‘Look I heard you...sell weed?’‘ He asks with a hopeful look.

#{ replies . }#{ michellehromero }

Seran 📩 Harley

Harley: How did you get this number...

Harley: Great.

Harley: I'll send someone to pick them up from the house.

Seran: A few bucks and sweet talked a cute af nurse.

Seran: Handed it over in like 0.3 seconds.

Seran: BUT THAT'S NOT THE POINT.

Seran: If you send someone else to my house..

Seran: As much as I fucking hate fire I swear to god

Seran: I will find a way to set your shit on fire.

Seran: Not even kidding. 🔥🔥🔥🔥

Seran: [ attached photo of lighter. ]

#{ text . }#{ harleysings }#{ harley; i love you from a distance. }

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