#blossomhcney

[wrrgod]

@blossomhcney​ ft. easton underwood !

there was something about the male that had always drawn her in. something she couldn’t quite put her finger on or determine, but like a moth to a flame, it pulled her in every time. she hadn’t tried to stop it back when she had first noticed it, and she certainly wasn’t about to try to stop it ... ever. she could almost feel his presence by now ─ the air seemed different somehow, more intense or charged and she absolutely thrived on it. she thrived on him. as a pirate to a siren’s song, she gravitated towards easton and the whole aura he carried everywhere he went. that bit of darkness just begging to come to the surface, and in the most twisted way, it called out to her own. even more twisted was the way she let it. craved it. not that she cared about how concerning it should be, of course. quite on the contrary, if anything. legs were wrapped around his waist as she sat comfortably on his lap, baby blues not once diverting from him. “ tell me more. ” she asked, filling the silence that had been set between the two. “ better yet ... show me. teach me. ” show me the darkness, the violence, the thrill ─ in true hayley fashion, the blonde wanted it all.

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@blossomhcney​ ft. evie macdonald !

everything had happened so fast, he was still trying to wrap his head around it. the alcohol coursing through his veins wasn’t helping, naturally. he hadn’t had a lot to drink, but just enough to leave him in a bit of a haze, which had only been worsened by the altercation. it also didn’t help that in their way over, he’d grabbed a bottle of whiskey from the bar and chugged a good part of it already. it was almost a miracle he’d remembered the directions to his room at the clubhouse, specially when taken into consideration that he barely used it in the first place, but he’d managed to get the two of them there and away from the madness and the crowd. once they were inside, the silence was almost deafening. turning around to face her, he simply stared at her in silence for a few seconds. this was certainly not how he’d expected their next encounter to go, and he was sure it was the same for her. “ thanks — y’know, for pulling me out. ” for bringing me back to the ground. home. lord knows he wouldn’t have done it himself. leo doesn’t bother saying he’s fine ; he’s not, wasn’t sure he’d ever been, but it wouldn’t work on her anyway. “ you want some? ” he offered the bottle, trying to avoid and mantain eye contact all at once ... a tough task, for sure.

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@blossomhcney​ ft. oliver harris !

he was familiar enough in the clubhouse by now that getting in was simple — one of the perks of helping out more than a few members and earning just the right amount of gratitude ( and money, of course ), viktor supposed. his very nature also helped. born and raised to enchant, charm, deceit and manipulate ... whatever a particular situation required. he had no problem putting his own skills to the test as proved many times before, but that was not the goal now. not the main one, anyway. a man like him was always testing his skills, one way or another. the change in presidency of the diablos, the possible fall of the treaty, a war in the horizon — all things that he could profit from. for now, nothing but a friendly visit. diplomatic, if nothing else. “ y’know ... i always did think you were suited for a leadership position. ” viktor stated, words slipping from his tongue with ease. whether they came from truth or not would always remain a mystery. “ how does it feel, president? ”

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@blossomhcney​ ft. eve !

one of the weirdest things to go through was seeing a stranger in the eyes of someone who had once been a friend. it was leo’s fault. joining the reapers had meant putting them first, and as it turned out, he made them his priority in every sense of the word ─ disregarding everything and everyone else in the process. that had included eve. it wasn’t something he was proud of, but he couldn’t ( and wouldn’t ) say he was SORRY ... because that would be a lie. in a way, the reapers had always been his family, even before he joined. especially because, with his father having been one himself, it was always expected of him to join them too. implied, even. he couldn’t be sorry for putting his family first. putting his family first came with putting a friend last, though. for a while it’d been a conflict within him, the way he’d drifted away from her going against his own beliefs, but he’d convinced himself she had played a part in it too, that it was a two way street. it was how he dealt with things ─ in order to stop the ticking time bomb that was leonardo martinez, he chose to ignore things like this and bottle them up. every now and then he had to deal with it, though, which happened to be the case this time, as he ran into her at a bar. “ hey, ” great way of greeting a former friend, huh? “ whiskey, neat. ” he told the bartender as he took a seat at the bar, a couple spots separating them. turning towards eve, he regarded her again. “ how you been? ”

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@blossomhcney​ said: ❝ you’re good – but you’re not as good as you could be. ❞  ——  hayley  &  easton.

a frown settles onto her features, confusion making itself present as she looks at the once again biker. “ what does that mean? ” she feels almost silly asking; like the answer is supposed to be obvious, right in front of her face if she just reaches for it. still, her inherent need for attention and for approval speaks louder, as it often does. even if she could fill in the blanks herself, she’d much rather have him do it instead. hearing it from him would be completely different than saying it herself, and in that moment, she aches to hear it — whatever it is — from him. baby blues are almost glued to his figure, nearly gleaming with anticipation as she urges him to go on. “ how good could i be, easton? ”

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@blossomhcney​ said:  ❝ you’re good enough. ❞   ——  leonardo  &  eve.

there’s the slightest part of him that wants, more than anything, to believe her — the part that still looked to the past with a good kind of nostalgia, mourning the man he used to be ( or could have become ). he doesn’t listen to it, though. never does. the entirety of his being decides, day after day, that he doesn’t want to entertain that side. he’s better off this way. and he believes that, he does; it’s just that eve is a constant reminder that he’s more than what he lets on. his initial response is nothing more than the hint of a smirk that transforms into an empty, low chuckle as he shakes his head. features return to their neutral state once he looks at her again. “ i’m not. i’m really, really not. ” he’s not even asking for her to fight him on this. it’s a simple statement, one he believes in and knows to be the truth. “ that’s what i’ve been trying to tell you this whole time, eve. ”

[prodigalscns]

the question was not one he had expected, surprise was very rarely something that snuck its way into his life. people were predictable once you’d learned their habits, listened, paid them even an ounce of the attention that they deserved. predictability was a gift, too. it was something that kept him prepared, always ready to move at the last second, saving himself, and acting on a more pure survival high than most. currently though, he had to give way to the laugh, how easy it was, eyeing the beer bottle in his hand, letting amusement pull the corner of his mouth until he’d managed an almost wolfish grin. predatory, yet something inviting, all in the same breath. “okay, okay. if you’re right, which, i’m not saying you are, where’s that leave me?” @blossomhcney​

[prodigalscns]

“so what is it?” question was asked as she threw up a hand, trying to pretend that there was some concern when there wasn’t. there was a small grin creeping on her features, trying to keep it the amusement away for long enough, teasing her as the two of them very often did. “do you love him or is it just really good dick?” eyebrows tipped upwards, acting as the punctuation to the sentence, unspoken as she leaned back in the chair she was currently sitting at, eyeing the other female suspiciously. bria wasn’t one to hold her punches, for anyone, evie included. thankfully, they’d spent enough time like this to keep her from treading into anything that was too unsafe a topic. 

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