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I’ve never made a post like this, but I need help, badly. Things have plummeted, promises were broken and I can’t afford to lose a vehicle. I’m in the middle of getting a job, but the people tha are hiring are taking their sweet damn time and that’s time that I don’t have anymore. I’m sorry to have to ask you guys of this but this is all I got.
“And what’s a pretty thing like you doing back there, hm?” Quarich tilted his head and stepped forward to see you more clearly from behind the bone decor you and Varang hung. You backed up slightly. Miles held his hands up in surrender. “I’m not gonna hurt ya. Just wanna take a look at cha’.” He got closer, your fingers gripped your blade handle. His eyes averted from your hand to your face, he wasn’t threatened. “I haven’t met you yet.” He said. “I met Riku, Ti’at, but not you.”
“Y/n.” You kept it short.
“Y/n. You’re Varang's sister.”
“Something like that.”
Quaritch chuckled “Blunt. I like that.”
You hissed at him when he passed the mental line you had created for the two of you. He called out for you as you left the canopy fast, ignoring him as you made your way back to your own. You and Varang were really close since before Hometree fell, you were practically sisters, but one thing you knew that she never tolerated was anyone touching what was hers.
When Quaritch arrived, it didn’t take long for Varang to stake her claim and parade her new partner around the encampment. They weren’t exactly quiet when fucking in her canopy either. Quaritch came and you were put on the back burner, she was more interested in sky people weapons than what you and her had already established. You were trusted by her, her right-hand woman before he came and obliterated that role.
When he was gone for the day, Varang took the time to raid villages and Tlalim blimps, ones further out so she didn’t have to spend too much time away from her lover. This meant you were left in charge of the clan, but also you had to spend more time alone with your replacement.
“I get the feeling you don’t like me much.”
You snapped your head and hissed loudly seeing Quaritch in your personal canopy. You drew your blade and inched closer to him.
“You don’t like thundermakers?” He inquired.
You loved the guns, but you would never admit that to him.
“How about this?” He placed his hands on his hips. “I teach you to use one, you get rid of that….thing and replace it with something more fitting.” He pointed to your blade. You would never part with your blade, it was the last thing you had left from hometree. You said nothing. Quaritch pulled out a gun, one smaller than the ones he’d given Varang. You half-crawled over to him and grabbed it, inspecting it.
“That my darlin’ is a pistol. Small, easy, accessible.”
He was charming, that's for sure.
The two of you found yourselves in the empty space behind your canopy. You held the gun, imitating the way you had seen the sky people using it. Quaritch stood behind you, angling your arms and elbows so you could shoot the dead trees a few feet away from you.
“Stand strong when pulling the trigger, it’ll blow you back if you’re not careful.”
You ignored him and let off a shot, gasping and dropping it to the ground as the force made your body jerk backwards.
“Now that is what not to do, cupcake.”
He bent down to grab the gun and put it back in your hand. He pushed the barrel back with his palm, testing your resistance. “You are bigger and stronger. Don’t let it bully you.”
You nodded. Aiming, you let off a shot, then two, each time getting a better grip and handle on the weapon. You smiled and looked at the smoking barrel, then at Quaritch.
“Good girl. Now try one hand.”
You switched to your dominant hand and shot once, the gun flailed up and you looked at quaritch in surprise.
“Confidence baby, that’s all you need.”
You tried again, but failed.
“It’s okay.” He patted your back. “The more practice the better. Now let’s go chow down.”
Back in your canopy, you stood earring larvae, looking down at the sky man while he was buckling a new holster to your waist. It was something about him being on his knees, tightening the belt that made your stomach flutter. The sound of his voice made you focus on reality again, “Look, all you have to do is unclip it like this.” He demonstrated. “Easy.”
You pat the top of his head in acknowledgment.
“When you finish we can practice more.”
“Nuh-uh.”
“What?” He stood and looked down on you.
“I can practice alone. Thank you.”
“You don’t even know how to reload.”
“I’ll learn.”
“Not without me peach. You think you can handle it alone? You can’t.”
You stopped chewing and hissed.
“Your little hisses don’t mean a damn to me.” He stood and grabbed your cheeks. You usually would’ve sliced the hell out of someone for even touching your face, but this felt different. You were finally beginning to understand why Varang liked him so much. “Tomorrow I'll teach ya how to reload.”
Varang wasn’t there the next day, so that prompted you to take Quaritch up on his offer. In your canopy, you say criss-crossed between his legs as he demonstrated how to reload a pistol. “It’s very simple, just push the bullets in like that.” He placed one in the magazine then handed it off to you. You took the bullet and magazine with both hands and began loading it up, one after another. Towards the top, you began to struggle. “Don’t be afraid to use both hands, slide and push when it gets to this point,” he tapped the slanted edge of the magazine. Once you filled it up you slotted the mag into the gun. You turned around and placed the barrel right against his forehead.
Quaritch let out a deep sigh. “Should’ve seen that coming.” You pulled the trigger but it jammed.
“Safety is on, smartass.” He scoffed.
“I know.” You used your finger to flip the safety on and off. “Did I scare you?”
He ran his arm down your back, along your kuru. “I don’t scare easily. I died once without fear, I think I could do it again.” Your tail whipped in the air as he traced the kuru on your back. “You like that?” He repeated the action. “Don’t take much, does it peach?”
You didn’t make any sudden moves, just relished the feeling of his hand on your back because you didn’t know the next time you’d be touched like this. His hand trailed from the base of your skull down your kuru, along your back, and settled on your ass where he squeezed. You gasped and froze, wanting to hiss at him, but also wanting to tackle him down.
“I think you like this more.” His other hand rested on your other cheek. He kneaded your flesh and kept his warm hands firm on your skin. You nodded and he flashed his signature grin. “C’mere sugar.” He growled and laid flat on the ground. The two of you began kissing all while caressing one another tenderly. Your tail whipped wildly as you finally gave into his devices. That restraint you had before came rushing back when his hand went to the knot at the back of your breechcloth. You broke the kiss and stood, stumbling back into a fixture as you caught your breath. “Leave.” You shouted at him. “Go. Now!” You shouted and waved your hands at him, kicking him out.
Your loyalty lied with Varang and the Mangkwan, but catching feelings for her lover felt so wrong. You felt a pit in your stomach, not something you felt often. Guilt. The thought of angering your best friend invoked fear in your body, but the excitement of his hands on your body excited you more. You pinched the bridge of your nose and made the decision that if you had to give up a lifetime of pleasure for your best friend, you would.
The next day you went out of your way to avoid Quaritch, taking the walkways behind the canopies and avoiding the main encampment. You walked until you found another patch of land outside the camp where you could practice shooting.
You pulled the pistol from the holster and began letting off rounds off the dead trees and carcasses that were a few feet away. You then dropped one hand and let off a shot. This time you had gotten better at not letting the recoil push you back. You smiled and let off five more one-handed shots successfully. You held the gun with both hands and looked down at it.
“You feel like hot shit don't ya? That’s what masterin the iron does to ya.”
Closing your eyes, you let out a deep breath hearing his voice behind you. His hands followed soon after, running across your torso and pulling you back into a reverse hug. “I told you, you could do it.” He placed a kiss to your temple. “You’ve been avoiding me all day. It’s because of last night, isn't it?” He asked bluntly.
You didn’t respond. Suddenly wanting to keep busy you worked your hands to reload the magazine.
“You feel bad?” He laughed. “I don’t.” Quaritch realized you were going to keep ignoring him and started to get annoyed. One thing the Mangkwan women had in common was that they were all stubborn as hell. “When’s the last time you had some lovin?” His hand squeezed your breast. “Hm?”
That sent a jolt through your synapses and you quickly moved from his grip, but he kept a tight hold on your wrist. You finally spoke up,“You cannot do this. You cannot make love to Varang, then me. It is wrong.”
“Wrong? All y’all do is wrong.” He pulled you close to him again. “We’re not even a mated pair, ain’t that the rules? You don’t do tsaheylu, it don’t count. Tell me Y/n, how many times does Varang pull this out for folks?” He held his Kuru. What angered you the most is that he wasn’t wrong. Making the bond in the Mangkwan wasn’t always for mating for life or sex, it was a device, a tool. Varang had only used her kuru for torture and sex so far, never to get herself a mate.
You dropped the gun and pulled his head down, kissing him passionately. “There she is.” He said between kisses. Taking his hand in yours, you led him back to the encampment. Other clan members watched but said nothing, they couldn’t blame you. Inside your canopy you shoved him onto your cot. He grunted and chuckled as you straddled his lap, kissing him again. You guided his hands to feel up on your ass again.
“Off.” You tugged at his breechcloth.
“Yes Ma’am.” He used one hand to unloop the already weak tie and bared himself to you. You bit your bottom lip as you watched him grow hard. You shifted on his thighs as he grew bigger, and bigger. You almost backed out seeing his size alone. “You sky people hold many secrets.” You reached for his cock but hesitated. He was more endowed than any na’vi man you had ever seen.
Quaritch took his military knife from his discarded breech and slid it along the skin between your breasts. He tugged forward and cut the leather strap that strained against your breasts, setting them free. You gasped and he took one of your nipples into his mouth. He growled against your breast, sending waves of pleasure through your chest. You took the knife and cut the strap of your own breechcloth, exposing the rest of your flesh to him. Quaratch switched between breasts, sucking them amply, before putting you on your back.
He stroked his cock a few times, leaning down to place tender kisses along your neck. You let out a pleasurable sigh, wrapping your tail around his thigh. He aimed at your entrance and slowly pushed in. “Ah-! Quaritch!” You yelped. He clicked his tongue and shushed you, "You'll get used to it.” He whispered on the crest of your ear. “Just rel-ahx!” He choked the deeper he sank into you. The stretch felt so delicious and your foot cramped at how hard you were curling it.
“Damn!” The colonel bottomed out. He placed his forearms above your head to hold himself over you and began thrusting at a slow pace. His eyes were locked on your contorting face and fluttering eyes. He watched and got pleasure out of you taking every inch of him so well. “Quaritch!” You shouted when he zoned out and jerked his hips too fast. “Sorry.” He grumbled. You grabbed your kuru and quickly connected his kuru to it. “Oh god.” He buried his head in your neck and thrust his hips faster. His hip movement became more controlled, angling himself right, feeling what drove you crazy. You were shamelessly loud. Whimpering and moaning like no man had ever fucked you before. Riku brought you adequate pleasure, but it would never compare to the work the sky man was putting in. “Mmm~ Quaritch!” Your thighs began to shake as you felt your orgasm approach. Miles clenched his eyes shut, moans becoming more breathy as his abs began to burn from his oncoming orgasm and constant thrusts. He sucked the air from around your neck as he tried to ground himself. He would never come before his partner.
“God damnit!” He shouted louder than your wailing moan when the both of you came. He shuddered as his cock pulsed inside you. “Shit.” He cursed again. He made sure not to crush you when coming down from his high, pulling out, leaking, before rolling onto his back.
“Finally.” Varang entered the canopy, half-crawling and kneeling on the ground next to the two of you. You looked at her with a sorrowful expression. “Varang-”
She grabbed your kuru and stroked it, “I told you she was louder than me…Riku is not the best mating partner.”
Quartich nodded in agreement, “Do you two share lovers all the time?” He smiled wickedly.
"Who am I to keep her from exploring what she likes?” She turned to you. “We must keep him.” Varang grabbed her kuru and connected it to yours. A sign of reassurement, she wasn’t angry. You relaxed the more she caressed you. “Yeah…let’s keep him.” You said.
“Great.” She crawled over you and planted herself in Quaritch’s lap. “Rest up, it’s my turn.”
tried to tag people that haven't been tagged already!! @dandelion-cryptid @extra-extra-unhinged @iheartgaymusicals @newsiesiswhyimhere @anorphanwithastuttahh @ilovejackkellymorethanmyself @viscupcakecait @your-least-favorite-poet + open
been gettin tagged in alotta these lately, mb for spamming yall
@slaughtermegently (ik you never respond king mb) @char-char-f0x @thaililacbreeze @shedoescalcforfunsies @l0cal-dumb4ss-2 @alaskan-wallflower @johnnysbaloneysandwich @jitterfidget +anyone else who wants to reblog (pinky promise i wont judge if you reblog and werent tagged, ill tbh be excited smone saw my post😔✌️) or any1 i forgot (sorry twin ill do better next time)
tried to tag people that haven't been tagged already!! @dandelion-cryptid @extra-extra-unhinged @iheartgaymusicals @newsiesiswhyimhere @anorphanwithastuttahh @ilovejackkellymorethanmyself @viscupcakecait @your-least-favorite-poet + open
been gettin tagged in alotta these lately, mb for spamming yall
@slaughtermegently (ik you never respond king mb) @char-char-f0x @thaililacbreeze @shedoescalcforfunsies @l0cal-dumb4ss-2 @alaskan-wallflower @johnnysbaloneysandwich @jitterfidget +anyone else who wants to reblog (pinky promise i wont judge if you reblog and werent tagged, ill tbh be excited smone saw my post😔✌️) or any1 i forgot (sorry twin ill do better next time)
thank you (and @char-char-f0x + @andespeppermintcandies) for tagging me!!
how do i only pick one favorite?? but id say any type of canine (dog, wolf, fox, coyote etc.), parrots, otters and squirrels. i do also love big cats :)
no pressure with tagging + lmk if you’re not okay with being tagged in stuff like this!
Fav animal would be any related to gothic culture- snakes, rats, bats, corvids, etc :3 I also love pastel creatures and when the aesthetics are reversed lol
Hi guys! Normally i wouldn’t make a post like this but it’s incredibly important—one of my very good friends, @outsider06, is in need of emergency funding, as they’re currently homeless. I’m sharing their GoFundMe to help them rebuild their life and find a place to live. Donating and/or reblogging this post would mean the absolute world. So if you see this and could just click the reblog button at the very least, please do. You’d be helping an incredibly amazing person and artist. So please consider donating if you have the ability to, and if not, reblogs are 1000% appreciated 💜
Hi, I’m Cailen and I am an artist. I have recently been kicked out and I need help badly-… Cailen Turner needs your support for Please Help
if i had a nickel for every time a deadly virus spread around the world while donald trump was in office i’d have two nickels. which isn’t a lot, but it’s weird that it’s happened twice.
i love how in all stars, svetlana’s only reason as to why mike should be the system’s host again over vito is that he dances better than him. it was like, “mike’s more patient than me (svetlana), he’s not as grumpy as/is more positive than chester, he’s not egotistical like manitoba and he can dance i guess.” then vito just agrees with that shit like come on man(/j)
i know it’s totally unserious but it’s just so goofy. came up with legit reasons for everyone except him. svetlana is goated.💜
gonna tag some of my mutuals and there’s absolutely no pressure in interacting with this BUT i figured i’d make my own post
THERE WILL BE A TUMBLR BLACKOUT STARTING WEDNESDAY, MARCH 18TH AND ENDING THE MORNING OF SATURDAY, MARCH 21ST!
This blackout is to protest the new Tumblr updates. While it may seem like just another layout change, this new update robs creators of credit by separating reblogs and thus taking away from the original post while also making things like harassment and bullying all the easier, as these reblogs can be made without the original poster’s knowledge/consent. It’s a lot like Twitter. The last blackout worked beautifully, as I haven’t seen a shapes.inc ad since February. Why not try it again?
PLEASE share this around if you want! this is important not just to me personally, but as a creator. this post takes so damn much away from creators and discredits the original posters of said creations. And another note—I’ve heard Tumblr is terminating some accounts who are vocal about protesting, so if this happens, please reach out to them! Don’t be afraid to get confrontational. You can legally threaten to sue for violating your right to free speech and organizing peaceful protests.
@char-char-f0x @andespeppermintcandies @official-papa @butters-flower-mom @syd4reall @garbage-creature + anyone else who happens to see this!
Salvation, by Scanners (just on endless repeat for me for the past 3 years)
@gali-in-distress, @nigelologist, @alex-of-spades, @silvangelus, @mrjuneberry, @mistedandfogged, and literally anyone...I love to see what music people are listening to.
thanks sm for the tag, and excellent taste!! here are a couple of my top songs right now, with asterisks next to artists that I’m listening to a lot in general
1. Renegade by Styx
2. Hide and Seek by Imogen Heap
3. Who Knows by Daniel Caesar
4. Pain is Cold Water - Live from Fenway Park by Noah Kahan*
5. Noid by Tyler the Creator*
6. Cherry Wine by Hozier*
7. The Mistress Witch from McClure by Sufjan Stevens*
8. Evil by Stevie Wonder
9. Power of Two - Live on Modern Rock Live, Los Angeles, CA by The Indigo Girls
10. Get Gone by Fiona Apple*
11. What’s Happening Brother by Marvin Gaye*
12. House Song by Searows
13. Never Too Much by Luther Vandross
a bit of tonal whiplash there, but that’s honestly what’s on my current playlist! tagging @iloveprozac @puppilya and @ilyafreakanov if y’all feel like it, no worries if not obviously.
took me a little while to get to this but tysm for the tag!!! i love talking abt music 🙂↕️🙂↕️ yall have awesome taste... tbh i havent been listening to a ton of music lately but heres some recent favs!!
1. the contract - twenty one pilots
2. if you know whats right - hers
3. remember when - wallows
4. NASTYWERKKKK! - femtanyl, issbrokie
5. looping the rooms - rusino, hatsune miku
6. nas ne dagoniat - tatu
7. weltita - bad bunny, chuwi
8. HOT WHEELS - chase usa, ppcocaine
9. СВЕТЛАНА! - nextime
10. stress relief - late night drive home
tagging @jewish-fanboy @fandomtrash-whataboutit and YOU 🫵 yes you
I love English heavy metal, The outsiders, Avatar, Bats, fanfics, Art, and gothic inspired clothing- Trad goth, alternative, scene/emo, punk, dark academia, and any style in between
Made this bc there’s been some confusion so I wanted to clarify
MERRY CHRISTMAS!!! This is for the lovely @outsider06 Stay Gold!!!
Thank you @alaskan-wallflower for hosting it! This was so much fun
My piece is the photo wall in the Curtis’ house. It’s a modern AU and Dallas and Johnny live AU!
I’ll go into the stories behind each photo and zoom in on them below the cut :)
The first picture is Dallas listening to his favorite band
Next is younger Darry after a football game, they had won so he is happy :)
Then we have Dallas carrying around Johnny on his back for a more fun way of him getting around
This is the Shepherd brothers hanging out outside
We also have a Shepherd family photo that their mom made them take
Next is Dallas and Darry after Pony and Johnny schemed and dressed them both up for Christmas. Dallas is mad because his hair was made to look neat
Last we have Dallas, Johnny and Pony watching a sunset together. The photo was taken by Darry from the front porch, which you can see a bit of the railing at the bottom
FIRST EVER FULL ON FANFIC BEAR WITH ME-(dallyxreader- take it easy on me- angst, fluff if you squint, and smut- EVENTUALLY.‼️ MDNI‼️- Slow burn, enemies to lovers, and mentions of cheating- swearing, smoking, spicy themes, blood, PLS LET ME KNOW IF I MISSED ANYTHING- ~1900 words)
there will be a part 2…
Song link here VV
( ˘ ³˘)♥︎☆*:・ﾟ*~
~taking place when the book starts, and Johnny lives because fuck dying~
You'd moved down from the north, and things were just as rough as you expected; boys who thought they were men and men who behaved like boys were all around you, but you knew how to shatter their egos.
Dallas was no different, other than his looks and height there was nothing that appealed to you in the beginning.. smug and full of himself he tried several times to get you to unbutton your skirt or flash him to see if the carpet matched the drapes, but you quickly flicked your switchblade at him, catching him off guard.
"Woah, hey now, sweetheart- 'don't want no trouble~" he said, mock defeat in his voice as he raised his hands in playful surrender. "You know I don't mean no foul." he eyed you up, the glint of your blade catching his eye, other than your supple curves and the way your shirt hugged your chest.
You smirk at him, flicking the blade back into the handle, "yeah, I figured motherfucker, y'got nothin in or on me" His eyebrows raised, impressed, two-bit, Steve, soda, and even Darry chuckled.
Darry clapped Dally's back, "all you, kid" and he stepped past you, watching the spectacle of you vs Dally.
"Really now?" He asked slowly, inching closer to you again, "yer a lil' spitfire ain'cha? Know I like em that way, hon?"
"Gonna take a lot more than words and whatever the hell's going on with ya lil groupie to get me with you," you crossed your arms, trying yo ur damnedest to look bigger than you were but you stared him down, something he wasn't used to. You were steady, and true, your eyes locked onto his in defiance as you dared him to try it further. You mock frowned at him, but inside you were loving this: Dallas Winston, the local hoodlum that every girl feared or hated, actually took an interest in you rather than just trying to get his dick wet, though that's what it was in the beginning. This time it was different for both of you.
"Alright, alright, babe, you got it." He looked down at his pockets, fishing out a cigarette, locking eyes again as he lit up, husky smoke filling your nostrils. "You doing anything later?"
"Yeah, got a bike I'm trying to fix and a guitar to restring. Got a cat to feed and another to get to purr, and I don't know if you're the one to help me with that just yet"
"Damn-" two-bit hooted and shook soda, Darry crossed his arms, pressing a knuckle to his mouth, biting back a laugh as Dally stood, a slow, dangerous grin spreading on his face. "Heh... how bout the drive in, Friday at 10, they got Gunsmoke playin'," he took a drag on his cigarette and blew out slowly, the smoke framing his face gracefully. You took the cigarette from him as he went for another drag, puffing it and putting it out with your thumb. "Maybe.." you cocked a brow at him, "but only if you'll watch it with me- no funny business."
Two-bit was shaking like a chihuahua as Darry raised his eyebrows in a way that told Dally 'you know you wanna', and Dally took that glance as confirmation. "See you then, babe" he popped another cigarette and lit up, and you took it again, this time smoking it yourself,
"Didn't say yes, Winston~" and you walked past him, swinging your hips with victory- the gangs parting like the Red Sea to let you through. Dallas was shocked, a dumbass crooked grin and wild eyes looked over his shoulder to see you saunter away, whipping around to meet Darry's knowing gaze again. Once you were out of earshot, Darry glanced over Dally and added, "well damn, kid, it actually worked for you for once- no nails swiping, no brothers or dads called, no guns pulled and no cops called.. I'm impressed."
He shifted his weight, shrugging, "ey, man, I-i 'unno man, that was..." he looked over where you walked, "whew, hot-dayum" he walked off, the gang hooting and clapping his back as his ego blew up even bigger than before. "Never had a broad like that before, man,… goddamn..”
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When you got home, you were glad to see Lola, your fluffy munchkin ragdoll cat with Russian folded ears- you were shocked when you found her in a dumpster in a doc neighborhood. When you took her to the vet they told you she was one in a million- anywhere from 10-30 thousand dollars if the right person bought her. Naturally you kept her and she's been your best friend since. She walled her way over, sensing your excitement, mewing and spinning with curiosity and glee. You scooped he up and she pawed at your cheek, almost asking you to spill the tea. "Girl let me tell you, hon," she cocked her head, listening intently as she puffed herself on your lap, meowing softly in between pets. "You won't believe who I scored-"
The phone rang, your best friend Kathy calling you like normal. "Girl, Two told me what happened- how the hell did you manage-?"
"I know it, but I don't know how I did it," you pick up Lola, who flips in your grip, loafing into your arms as she waited for her usual dinner.
"You know he's just gonna want to get you laid, right?" Kathy questioned, a touch of worry to her voice.
"I know, but that's what I got my blade for, if he tried anything I'll slice him to ribbons, simple." You peel open the lid to the cat food you got from the store earlier, the fluffy toasted marshmallow for a cat hopping to enjoy her meal on the counter while you grab an apple from the icebox.
"Well sure, but he's bigger than you, taller and faster-" you cut her off- "Aht-aht- not faster than me, remember a few months ago when I won that drag race and he was there? I knew he'd try something later, but I didn't think it'd take this long."
"Ok, maybe not on wheels, but on foot, absolutely- the other guy he was hangin around was who busted your bike, and your ankle, so running wouldn't be too much an option- should I have my brother on standby for you? What time is the movie again?" Kathy rambled on and on like usual, but you shook your head.
"It's at 10, and I got it. Don't worry about me-seen bigger guys get folded by smaller girls than me with a nut-kick, so I'm sure tha and a blade'll do the trick if he tries anything."
"Ok," Kathy hesitated, "but let me know if things get rowdy, im here if you need me."
"Thanks, girlie, I'II call you later- gotta get back to my bike."
"Alrighty, see ya," and you hung up the phone. Lola sat knowingly next to you, head butting you and swishing her tail, amused.
"I'm sure you got most of that, didn't ya, sweetie?" She chirped candidly, and hopped down, a soft thud muffled by her paws. You grab the empty tin and throw it away, making your way to your closet and changing into your more expendable clothes- an old set of over-alls you got from your dad and a dirty white tank-top that you've had for ages. You considered it lucky with how often things went right when you wore it, so you figured you'd use it today to get your engine running on the bike again.
Goddamn you loved that bike- a dark purple 1960 Panhead your dad gave you for your birthday. You always rode with him on it as a kid, but to have it was a whole new dream come true. That bike is your pride and joy, besides your cat and your hair, but the day that damn Shepard deliberately hit you in a bid to win that race was the day you snapped.
You went berserk on him, pulling the bike over after winning the race, and thundering your way over to him. You threw off your helmet as he sauntered over with a scowl on his face, about to complain about rules and how you supposedly cheated, but you headbutted him to the ground, twisting his arm behind him and hurling haymakers at him, splitting his old scar open on his temple. You chuckled to yourself as you remembered that it was Dally who dragged you off of Tim. You threw your weight, making him stagger, and you kicked him as hard as you could, throwing him off balance and putting him to a knee, a crowd gathering around as they saw you went off on the two.
"YOU KEEP YOUR GODDAMN FILTHY FUCKIN' HANDS OFF ME." you pointed your switch at Dally, clipping his jaw with the blade, and you whipped around to Tim, who was still coughing, but staggering upright, blood dripping from his mouth. "And you," you stomp over to Tim, and shove him again, knocking him on his ass and held the blade under his chin, drawing more blood. "if I ever catch you anywhere near my bike again your skull's gonna be mounted on my goddamn wall." You hissed with as much venom as you could muster, swiping the blade and cutting him, not deep enough to cause any damage, but enough to get your warning across to him. You spat at him and stood up, fully embracing the crowd that stared with wide eyes-and huffed, starting towards your now damaged bike. The frond was heavily dented, the headlight shattered, and leaking oil from the bottom of the engine- you knew if you didn't start fixing it asap that you'd lose it. You picked it up, tears welling up in your eyes, and it barely sputtered to life. It took you three tries to turn it on and you ware a block away from home when it coughed itself out. You were walking with it and hardly realized the tears that were falling as you opened your garage door. You slammed the door shut and cried, cursing yourself for getting so worked up about it.
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You cleared the engine of any fluid and took the parts off that were damaged- falling asleep as you got lost in the process. It's been weeks since then, and a song came on over the radio that you grew to like- the sound, erratic rhythm and hearty guitar instilling itself in your bones. It reminded you of Dally, the song did, and it let you imagine little things with him- like dancing to with him, or having it play while you danced in a whole different way, the bass thrumming to the beats of your heart as sweat and luscious touches filled your senses-CLANK!!
"SHIT- FUCK- BITCHASS-MOTHER-" you scrambled to get the severed connection back together- vital for your bike to rev back to life. You sighed, fixing it and set the wrench you had down. You dropped on the rolling stool you had, and leaned back in the workbench. "That mother-fucker…” you couldn't tell if you were talking about Tim or Dally- having to fix what your dad left you, or for somehow weaseling into your thoughts…
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