#( hayes 001 )

[jamiebower-001]

Caleb Sykes moodboard

[xminxvs]

location : balcony. status : closed, hayes archer @hayesarcher

lungs on fire ; her head is an anchor, weighing down, bringing her to the sea floor. it was all a little too much for her. she ached. she couldn't breathe in there anymore. she roamed in search of quiet. every vacant room wasn't, every corner held a body or two, every nook and cranny was taken up by a soul. she searched further within the mansion for solitude. she just needed a moment to gather herself. that's all.

finally found an empty room with a balcony, on autopilot her legs carried her to the door. the chill of the night air seized her limbs, poor choice of lack of clothing on her part, she should've come as the olive from angus, thongs and perfect snogging. at least she'd be warm but she greeted the cold like an old friend. as it took her mind from thoughts that were weighing her down. she used to be so great at parties but since her return, there is a fear within her.

spotting the spider-man costume from the safety of the threshold, she couldn't help but think it looked like a child's costume on the person from behind, she dreaded to see the front. allie clear her throat before speaking to not spook the other. ❝ you don't mind sharing the balcony, do ya ? ❞ she asked, stepping fully into the crisp night air. ❝ i won't want to distract you too much from your thoughts... ❞ she needed to stop talking but was struggling to hold her tongue. ❝ from this point onwards. ❞ and finally bit her tongue down to stop from talking, cautiously drawing near.

[sorenrobertson]

closed starter for @harrisonhayes

location: bubble time

"I think I need something stronger than tapioca pearls after the week that I had. But I'll take your company." Soren mumbled after she sipped from her matcha milk tea, smirking over at her old friend. Apart from her friendship with Jemma, she and Harrison knew each other fairly well too. They'd managed to stay friends throughout the years which she was grateful for, she tended to surround herself with other women, for some reason. But Harrison had always been a great guy, so she liked spending time with him. "What did you get? That one looks better than mine."

[dxrkenedheights]

where: the castle

with: ryan cross and rory hayes @rviner

★・・・・・・★

He can see where Rory's training has improved. Slow as it might be, an improvement is still an improvement. Her technique is more concise in comparison to how she started. She's a little faster, a little stronger. He can see where she's listened to Elliot, taking opportunities to attack or escape from a grapple. She's doing all the right things, staying consistent and listening. If it was anybody else, Ryan would say Rory is on the right track to being a good little fighter. But, not yet. There's something he can't put his finger on. A block that Rory can't fight through, something that holds her back. He knows that if this was Jeffrey, if he was Jeffrey, how exactly he could dismantle it. Break her down to build her back up but...that isn't what they're doing there. It isn't what Ryan wants to do, least of all to his younger sister.

"Alright, take a minute. I wanna talk to you." he puffs, throwing off the kick pads from his hands and gesturing for Rory to grab her water. He does the same, watching how the sister still carries herself with a slouch. Her shoulders are tense and her spine is far from straight, no sense of pride or confidence. "That was good, you know that right? You knocked me back a lil, you ain't done that before." he encourages after he sips from his water and trails back over to her. There's a moment of silence as Ryan considers how to approach this, how to pluck a thought from Rory's mind that is clearly a minefield. One wrong move could undo everything, all the progress gone for nothing.

He considers all of the times his fears were used against him, how the training in the Cross pack tried to turn all of them into the perfect soldiers. A switch they could all flip at a drop of a hat. How Jeffrey tried to make them feel weak for feeling anything but anger and hatred. "It's that day, right? When you showed up?" he questions quietly, crouching beside her as she sits with her water. Ryan remembers it like yesterday, as much as he wishes he didn't. "Anyone would be scared of dyin', Rory. If that's what's makin' you not wanna throw yourself into this, we gotta talk about it."

[bitterbrained]

𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 | 𝐟𝐭. nova hayes ( @feastonkings ) at heaven's night strip club

on any other night, malcolm might be carrying himself with at least a modicum of stoic reserve while within the walls of hedonistic paradise built and run by the hand of the mata haris ; after all, he is not only their muscle for enforcement, but a guard dog for them, leashed and obedient. and always watching. an extra set of eyes in a pleasure den of this size is never a disadvantage, and though he does not carry the official title of security, his looming presence in the darker corners of the strip club is often all the encouragement their unrulier patrons need to correct their behavior. but tonight, mac isn't at heaven's night for the mata haris ; he's here for his brother. and, as a matter of fact, they're celebrating! jericho is fresh off a series of heavy-hitting wins in the ring and, deciding to lay off coaching for the rest of the night in favor of being a good older brother, mac declares that he's deserving of a few rounds of drinks ― on his tab, of course, because christ knows jer's done enough for him over the past few years.

but malcolm doesn't even really know where jericho is at this point in the night ; it's been at least half an hour and a handful of shots since he last saw his younger brother, but if he had to guess, he's likely been whisked off by one of the girls and he's getting a private dance behind some curtain or closed door. good on him. mac, on the other hand, he's not interested in dances. he'd rather have drinks. don't let his dramatic show of hesitation fool you as he's ushered back to the bar in a crowd of friends and strangers alike, it's all drunken theatrics ― they're keeping count of how many shots he can knock back before he topples like a rotten redwood. taking bets, too, he thinks, but he's lost track of who's winning. ( he is, if you were to ask him ― he's not paid for half of his drinks tonight. ) .

❝ alright, alright ! one more, one more, ❞ mac concedes as he stumbles toward the bar with palms raised in defeat ; his laughter carries through the open space surrounding the bar, even over the din of the other patrons. ❝ yer not gonna stop 'til i'm on the floor then, aye? ❞ he reaches for a round of . . . mother of fuck, he doesn't even know what he's drinking anymore ( and it's not like he can taste it to tell, either ) but he downs it in a swift swallow and slams his glass on the bar top. when he turns around to claim a rowdy victory over another round, a glazed and wobbling gaze scans the room. in search of what? he's not sure. but his unusually jovial expression drops when he spots a ghost in a flash of neon across the room. it's just as quickly snatched away by strobing darkness and mac wonders for a moment if maybe he has had one too many shots. he didn't even realize he was that bad, but when's the last time he's had a hallucination on booze alone? no tablets or pills or drops?

another flash of light ― this time an electric shade of violet ― and there she is again. his hand finds the nearest shoulder to him and, without breaking his line of sight, malcolm pats their shoulder and excuses himself from the crowd. stumbling through the crowd, transfixed in a hazy and disbelieving daze, he keeps his eyes locked on her best he can under the pulsating lights. and then, when he's close enough, ❝ nova?! ❞

[amosdeleon]

closed starter for @capthayes

location: wrightville beach

Everyone knew or could tell that Amos De Leon could not stay put, not even if he tried. He'd always had a very active life in every sense of the word, so whenever he found someone that was as much of an overachiever as he was, Amos held onto them no matter what. Sierra was a better runner than he was and she could, most definitely, kick his ass at pretty much everything else. But that was what Amos loved the most about having her as a friend, well, that and she was also always surrounded by very attractive people. They were very similar in ways that mattered. As the pair ran along the shore, Amos tried to keep up with her and tried to make it look easy too. "I knew you were setting me up with those shots last night. This was all your plan to win that bet, wasn't it?" He wondered playfully, clearly out of breath. "Joke's on you 'cause now you may have to carry me home when I pass out from exhaustion."

[ac1numa]

@goldenboybarracuda required a christmas / nye starter from allie hayes.

ah. allie had always been known for her love of Christmas. this year, however, she was determined to make it extra special. as snow blanketed the town, she set out on a mission to spread holiday cheer in ways that no one expected. from organizing surprise gift exchanges to transforming her house into a winter wonderland, allie's enthusiasm was contagious. she hoped it was. she loved to sees people with smile on their face. wrapping up yet again another gift for the shelter she might visit on sunday, she turned her head to the side while she eyed the boy who was next to her. " what have you planned to give to the shelter ? please, say something good. those children deserve the world. "

[gabriel-knox]

WHERE: Mad Dog Brewery WITH: @robertbuckhayes

Owning a brewery meant meeting and interacting with people from all walks of life, which was something that Gabe genuinely enjoyed. The human condition had always fascinated him, even more so after his accident nearly two years ago, and so he was always willing to lend an ear to whoever came into Mad Dog and wanted to share stories with him. Wiping down the bar in front of him, he glanced up when the bell rang, signaling the arrival of another patron. Green eyes widened slightly once he realized it was the mayor striding in. Sure, it wasn’t that uncommon to see him or other political figures hit up the brewery, but Gabe had always had a hard time picturing them anywhere other than a nice, five star restaurant– certainly not a laid back, local brewery. But he still appreciated the support nevertheless. “Heya, Mayor,” he greeted, giving a little wave, a hand already reaching for a clean glass. “What’re you drinking tonight? The usual, or would you be interested in trying out our newest IPA?”

[smokedanced]

@qapsiel said: [ LAST ] : both muses are at a store, sender just bought the last of an item reciever wanted ( feel free to specify what item: pie or whiskey or beef jerky, whatever Ever would buy )

𝐔𝐍𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒    /    ACCEPTING ↷

She puts on her sweetest smile, though she suspects the 20-dollar-bill she’s prepared to offer to be more likely to do the trick  ⸺  it doesn’t hurt to bargain,  though.    ❝ I’m sorry, ❞    she says, to get the man’s attention.    ❝ I’ve had a very long day. ❞

Ever is on the road, driving between states, and she’s stopped for gas and a snack. She’s had to settle for a bag of chips, seeing the empty spot on the shelves for the beef jerky she was craving, but as it happens, the person paying for his haul before her at the cash register has a bag of beef jerky. If she’d only been five minutes earlier...

It’s just a snack, sure, but three things hold true: First, Ever isn’t shy about going for what she wants. Second, she can afford to pay this man a very unreasonable amount of cash for a bag of beef jerky (the 20 hidden against the palm of her hand is just what she’ll start with). Third, she has driven for hours and has many more to go, and she would like to have exactly the snacks she’s craving for, thank you very much...

❝ I’ll give you double what you paid for that beef jerky, ❞    she offers the man in the trenchcoat (it’s way too warm to be dressed like that, but she’ll hold back her judgement for what should have been her beef jerky). She’s prepared to up her offer to the twenty, a fifty, even further  ⸺  she’s not entirely sure where she would stop. Probably not so much at a price than at any attitude the guy might give her.

[davidaltofsky]

Alan kept pressing kiss after kiss against Hayes' neck while just holding the man he adored as close as possible, their firm but very different bodies pressed against each other as firmly as possible. "Damn right we could, especially your perky little booty? Damn, those shorts would make us the talk of the town" he whispered while slowly running his hand up and down his lover's chest. He grinned feeling his partner grabbing his ass, looking at their reflection where his eyes met Hayes "Oh you know I am baby... gonna fuck you just like this, want you to see just how goddamn fucking perfect you look every time you cum" he whispered, his hands moving ever so carefully to slowly pull down his lover's pants and getting the man naked. Soon he was too and just looked at the sight of the two of them naked and pressed together. "God, you're just angelic... Michelangelo should've made that statue based on you" he whispered, kissing his lover's cheek before bringing a finger up to his mouth and sucking on it to get it as slick as he possibly could, then reaching down and pushing it carefully inside his lover's tight little hole to get Hayes ready, whispering "Love you" as sweetly as he could while he slowly fingered his partner.

Hayes moaned and threw his head back, on Alan's shoulder. His boyfriend knew all the right spots to rile him up, and that night wasn't an exception. His experts fingers moved loosely under the fabric of his black silk shirt, his own hand reaching back and grabbing on the older male's neck to keep his lips touching his sensitive neck. He gasped when all the sudden he was being moved so easily, and he loved the way Alan could manhadling him like that. Next he knew he was looking at their reflection on the mirror, a small smile curling his lips as he listened to what Alan was saying. "You always know the right things to say, don't you, gorgeous?" he said, even if he was blushing from all the praise. Alan always made him feel good about himself, even during the worse days. "Hmm... If there's anyone who could get away with going to the ceremony wearing nothing but booty shorts, that's us, babe" he said with a chuckle, though a moan slipped also in there somewhere when he felt the warmth covering his skin. He reached back and grabbed Alan's ass, pushing him more against him. "So... Are you going to fuck me while I watch you doint it, stud...? Because that would be very hot."

[hallieharris]

who: @hayespcrter

where: the daily drip

Tea. Glorious iced black tea with enough sugar to give you a cavity just by holding it. It was late morning but they were on the way to the grocery store and for that, a serious motivation booster was needed. The week had been a long one and Sunday meant the grocery store was bound to be packed. "Hey aren't you the guy always hanging around my sister?" It was more of a joke than anything, they already knew who Hayes was but Hallie had a weird sense of humor and playing dumb got her more information sometimes. Probably not in this case, but it was funny nonetheless. "Just playin', man. I know who you are. How's it hanging this fine Sunday morning, Mr. Hayes?" They asked him with bright, but somewhat sleepy smile. That tea couldn't come soon enough, why was there such a long line?

[xminxvs]

status : closed, hayes archer. @hayesarcher location : fire station. time & day : 1845.

a spineless monster ; a wind malevolent grins with mirthful eyes, a playful ill-will, no fear as why should a shadow fear the living ? a wraith. a mythological creature from he can't recall off the top of his head but he remembered when he was little the old witch next door used to tell him and his twin if they weren't good the wraith would get them. apparently, the wraith had finally tracked them down, not just them but everyone. it was coming for vengeance. no one was off limits.

and on top of cyber-hunting someone who clearly doesn't want to be found, has the capability to hide from the best hacker ollie knows, hayes. he had to play pretend, to keep up appearances as a humble firefighter, who knows nothing about hacking or the dark underbelly of new york city.

he clocked hayes when in the truck, returning from his last call out of the evening, end to his day shift. he wind down the back window, yelling at and obnoxiously waving at hayes. ❝ look my boyfriend came to pick me up from work ! ❞ he taunted, the other before he disappeared from view to go have a quick shower. his crew whistled at him, mumbled voices on the way in saying that he's too good for ollie making him laugh loudly. loving a good shit stir. his mind raced as to why the hayes had shown up here.

ollie came out of the showers quicker than usual, hair still dripping wet, the weight causing it to slick to his scalp. ❝ bye everyone ! ❞ he yelled out as he made his way to the entrance of the fire house where he last saw hayes. pulling on the sleeve of his jacket, he spun around and came face to face with the other. ❝ taking me out on a hot date, babe ? ❞ he teased, finishing putting his jacket on.

[ncrcissism]

𝗖𝗟𝗢𝗦𝗘𝗗 𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗥𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗙𝗢𝗥: @robertbuckhayes

𝗪𝗛𝗘𝗥𝗘: bountiful harvest vineyard e winery

Due to personal affairs, he had arrived at the event earlier this time, contrary to the protocol he and Robert were used to following. He could see the man a short distance, excusing himself and moving away from the small group of people he was previously talking, making his way towards the Mayor. "The man of the hour" Lachlan said, a charismatic smile on his lips. He didn't have anything personal against the other, there wasn't a big ideology behind the plan to take his position, the whole dispute was just business.

"Professional opinion? The event is a success. Personal opinion? We need more beers" the man joked, looking around "Any opinions so far?"

[goodvibesandsunglasses]

The corners of his lips slightly turned upward during her little speech to finally become a full blown smirk once she tentatively agreed to go outside. Yeah, he was being kind of weird right now but no matter how much he tried, there was not much he could do about it. He’d been abandoned by the two people who were supposed to love him unconditionally and abandoned by an ex for vague reasons he couldn’t even begin to understand so tonight, Zuri’s honesty had hit a painful spot. However, Hayes wasn’t really one to show his emotions much anymore so he caught himself before starting anything.“I’m good. Just wanna show you something”.

“Come on”, he said, grabbing her hand and pulling her toward the door, away from the music and the chatter “I’m not going to kill you and hide your body in a bush”. He loved being the thorn that won’t ever come out but only when it came to her. Why? That’s what he tried to figure out as he led her up the stairs and toward a gazebo on a small hill. He’d been coming here every night since this retreat started and for some reason, he felt like sharing it with her. The more they walked, the louder the ocean became and soon, all Hayes could hear were the sound of waves lazily washing up the shore. He only let go of her hand to hop onto a nearby picnic table and lay down, somehow hoping she would join. “See this right here”, he began, pointing at the starry sky “It makes everything else feel insignificant, even… just about everything”. He wasn’t sure he was making sense right now but the alcohol was loosening his tongue and he didn’t want to stop now. “You know… I ran into Abby the other day… I’ve never told anyone but she left when she found out I was going to propose. After five years together, she disappeared without a word because she found a ring in my nightstand… oh wait! She did say something: left a note saying she was sorry. Who fucking does that after five years?” His eyes never left the sky because he feared that if he looked at her, he wouldn’t be able to continue. Besides, he needed the calm and inner peace the view brought him as he poured his heart out to the person who probably expected it the least. “Can you believe she said she saw herself with the house, white picket fence, kids and a dog but the person standing beside her couldn’t be me, because… it just didn’t add up? What does that even mean?” He sat up this time and looked at her. “Feel free to stop me because these two glasses are getting to me but you... You keep it real, never sugarcoated for me and I like that”.

"Oh I have no problem with you being yourself, Hayes." Her focus was forward, almost as if what she was saying didn't have any real meaning. But the truth was that she was fine with whatever version of a person he wanted to be, she just had a problem when that version decided to piss her off constantly. "Just convincing everyone that I love you is the difficult part. Especially considering you're like a thorn that won't ever come out. Unfortunately for me, you're just proof to me that not everyone is meant to get along." She chuckled, a small shake of her head, not really seeing anything wrong with what she was saying. They didn't exactly like one another, and by now she figured he knew how she felt.

Still, her gaze found him a few times as things progressed, noticing subtleties in the way he carried himself, the way he ordered his drink, the way he didn't look at her. Something had shifted, and she didn't like it. Her brows furrowed, and her eyes narrowed. Zuri had no clue what the hell had changed, but something was most certainly off. "Uh, sure..." Her hand reached for her own drink, brows knitted together. "You good? The really dancing get to you that much?"

[camila-alvarez]

Quarry Park

Closed @anniexhayes

Since the weather had been nice Camila had decided that it would be nice to get out of the house for a while so she had decided to bring him out to Quarry Park, hoping that the two year old could get some of his energy out by running around. Maybe she could actually get the two year old to lay down for a nap afterwards... a mama could dream right?

She sat on a bench flipping through a book, although she wasn't really reading, it was hard to do so when you were looking up constantly to ensure the safety of your child. She would have been sat right next to the toddler had he not insisted with 'no mama' every time she had attempt to sit next to him in the grass where he was contently playing with a dump truck.

However this time when she looked up the scene had changed. Instead of seeing him sat there contently she now saw a little girl angrily stood in front of Elijah, arms crossed. Before she knew it the little boy was pushing her. Suddenly Camila was up and out of her seat, protective parent mode activated. She reached the children at the same time as another women, the women she could only assume was the girls mom "I'm so sorry... he doesn't usually act like that." She told the women as she picked Elijah up.

[ac1numa]

@goldenboybarracuda asked: non - sexual acts of dominance. [ pay ] your muse paying for mine at a coffee shop. allie hayes &. alex clermont-diaz.

ah. does she likes the attention she was having right now ? yes. is she going to do something that she might regret later ? also yes. it wasn't the first time their paths had crossed. the first time was for the children during the church Christmas meal. something she noticed was that he had a big heart in addition to being a charming gentleman. even if charming is far from describing the person he was, she had done some research on him when she noticed that a lot of people stopped them when they were having a discussion. at first she found it strange. people who stop him and ask him how was the president. she knew who was president of the country but if one day someone would have told her that she was going to meet her son ? well, she doesn't know what she would say to them. it's not the first time she has met someone famous, with her small roles in the series she did, she's met people. but the son of a president was a first. when she tried to look for change in her bag, the waiter told her that her order had already been paid for, pointing to the person she had been thinking of since Christmas dinner, she couldn't help but nod her head as she thank him and walked towards alex. " so, we met again. " she pause as she sit down right in front of him, taking a sip. " thanks for the coffee. it's very ... sweet. "