savor the taste. savor the pain. i don't expect you to release me. jumping the gun. holding my tongue. i'd never ask you to forgive me. and you will never see my side. and i will always think I'm right. but i always regret the night i told you i would hate you 'til forever.
Leah had recently bought a new motor and was absolutely in love with it, but the paint was in a really bad state. So she decided to go to the body shop, so they could have a look at it and see if they could make her new baby as good as new. With her helmet still in hand and in her riding gear, she walked inside, she leaned over the reception and asked the person behind it, “my motorbike needs a new paint job, do you have an open spot?”
dirty fingers, smudges all over her face and overall, a wrench stationed against her hip next to many other tools in the belt she wore daily and then some. all the signs to spot a mechanic were there. as much as a vehicle present she was working on. a ford thunderbird from ‘57, a beaut if you asked her. a car she’d been spending time fixing for almost a year now. it was slow but fun project and she wanted to deliver well. to anyone who was interested, if she didn’t decide keep it herself. once she found herself in a flow, jackie wasn’t one to be disturbed easily, not even by the ringing phone at the desk, but the rumbling engine of a bike never ceased to spark her attention. at the question her assistant got thrown her way, jackie decided to not keep them up for long. ‘’well, you’re askin’ something there. i don’t know, do i have an open spot, richy?’’ jackie knew her schedule well, even better than the computer that kept all her appointments pinned. ‘’just messin’ with ya, what can i do for ya? what asshole have you pissed off to have left your bike in such a state?’’
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as the tail gunner, it wasn’t her only job to keep everyone in line literally and figuratively, she made sure no one ran out of gas either. once in a while she paid one of the gas stations a visit, with no intention on being a thief, she’d grown to the life over the many years but she was no damn fool. in a town where the clèmonte’s had turned out to be more than a power couple who had moved into a permanent house, they spread word by joining the diablos fast enough give or take eight years ago. though the two weren’t always to be seen together. they were smarter than that, trusted each other more than anything else in the world and their fellow gang members just as much. and groupies were damn handy. one of them she’d taken out of town for the day, the plan was simple. calla could do her thing, draw away, buy anything she wanted and occasionally wave at the only store employee behind the counter as leslie filled up as many fuel tanks as she could without sweating it one bit. it took less than an hour with how used she’d gotten to this job. filling them wasn’t the hard part, the getting away with it was. once the last tank was put in the back of the truck and she’d gone in to pay, she notified the brunette. ‘’alright, gypsy, time to go. fix that skirt and hop on in, we’ve spent long enough for the perv to not even fucking notice how little i’ve paid him for all the gas we collected.’’
for a local that lived in texas all her life and all the negativity that happened in town, it were the dance clubs she despised the most. nothing good came from them, they shouted misogyny like no other. in gangs there was at least some respect, women standing up for one another. but when women came to face men in private in clubs like these, there was no safe word that could save them from possible trauma, if not worse, and ever since jackie came to know shiloh better than she liked to admit, she couldn’t help herself checking up on her every now and then. drop by uninvited, per say. the handful of men waiting around the corner of the club increased her heartbeat without skipping a single one. which led her to pull up at the back, right when the door opened. she turned her lights off in order to not blind her friend and she rolled her window down. ‘’hey, it’s me, get in, i’ll bring you home, sweetheart.’‘
after igniting a few wicks of her wife’s favorite scented candles , allegra believes she’s finished setting the table for what’s to be an immaculate candle - lit dinner . a last minute surprise for leslie and certainly an appreciative gesture : dedication and hard work hasn’t gone unnoticed . sitting centerfold ? quite the dainty gift bag , with wrapping to match the color scheme . so they’d eat first then she’d allow the gift to be opened . it will certainly make quite the statement . an after dinner desert , if you will . ❝ that you , my love ? ❞ sound of the front door closing nearly draws allegra near , focusing instead on pouring wine into flutes . ❝ red moscato , pinot grigio or rosé ? you’ve gotta live with whatever decision you make , so better choose wisely . ❞
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she remembered the house being just a house. a shell, rock steady on the outside but empty on the inside. the very first thing they bought was a mattress, one not all too fancy, temporarily to sleep inside whilst the half finished painted walls all throughout the house witnessed the on and off love making of the two for a good two months. she’d shared more than enough swear words for the house not having any furniture, now every time she came home a decent amount left her lips by tripping over too many things in the house. ‘’the fuck is this doing here,’’ said at nothing in particular, a sandal she didn’t recognize in the dark. the hallway’s light was one of the handful of flaws in the house she couldn’t bother to take a look at, so karma bit her in the ass every time she hurt herself physically. nonetheless, she kept her calm. ‘’who else, the boogeyman? i’ll fuck him up if he’s hiding in the closet. or bathroom, behind the curtains, perhaps? men aren’t the smartest after all.’’ she shrugged her jacket off to leave it on the back of the sofa before making her way over to her wife, cold fingers resting in the back of her neck. ‘’oh, such bold words. what if make the decision —‘’ pause for a deep kiss, leaving lips visibly bruised, ‘’— to open all three of them.’’ it wasn’t a question, nor a suggestion. it was happening. ‘’and you can watch.’’ she said all too tempting, see how her wife would react as she didn’t wait another second to make her way over to the kitchen.
THERE IS AN EASY SMILE ON HER FEATURES. It’s hard to find these days, because it isn’t often that she’s allowed to just be. Quinn Jackie doesn’t pressure her for answers to questions she doesn’t want to give, her silent acceptance of all the stories Bria doesn’t want to relive, it speaks volumes. It’s bled emotion into this, whatever it is. Sure, she had started as a customer, a client to the bright, white side of her business, but she’d turned into something else all together. The thought, alone, was enough to make her laugh, but she swallowed the inclination, leaving that smile there to blossom entirely.
Instead, she lie on her side, rolling over so that she could reach for the other. A rogue sign of her attraction called for kiss to be placed on bare shoulder, before hand came up to follow. Fingers dusted over a scar, a stain on her skin, and for a second she wondered who would even think to do such a thing. That, was certainly her feelings getting in the way, but regardless. “Tell me a story.” She speaks in that wistful kind of tone, a sweet one, crafted for only this. IT’S BEAUTIFUL, BUT DANGEROUS, ALL AT ONCE.
her scars had no story, no traumatic memory tied to it that explained why there was an imperfection found on her skin. so tenderly her hand came to rest upon bria’s fingers, thumb brushing over the back of her hand. ‘’a story,’’ she repeated with a sigh following. one that relieved the tension from her shoulders, showing in the slight deepening of her collarbones. her heart was slowly calming itself down from racing after a high. the afterglow was present on both their bodies, a state of happiness that drowned all the demons that were haunting her daily. resulting in her mind blanking, even for a moment. and her eyes moved away for a second, trying to think of anything.
‘‘one day a quite forlorn woman stepped into a paradise made of flowers, laying eyes on a goddess she thought owned the place. in her opinion she deserved the world, from just looking at her. she didn’t know a thing about her and yet, she knew there was goodness in her heart. with a lump in her throat she tried to say hello, failing at it terribly. next thing she knew, her cheeks were as flaming red as her hair. how odd, embarrassment wasn’t exactly written in her system, but the kindness she received was more than overwhelming. for a moment the thought of leaving paradise was there. if the goddess’ hand hadn’t kindly rested on her shoulder, her fingers so close and yet so far away from her racing heart. one second. one second was all it took for the woman to stay and face her underlying anxiety. and still to this day she’s very happy the goddess graced her with love and kindness.’‘
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( VERA FARMIGA. FORTY-EIGHT. CIS FEMALE. SHE/HER. ) in texas, LESLIE CLÈMONTE is known to most as LES. they have been riding with the diablos for EIGHT YEARS. they originally from HAGERSTOWN, MARYLAND and the TAIL GUNNER is known to be very CONFRONTATIONAL & VULGAR but the other club members will tell you they are CONFIDENT & OPEN MINDED. as the years go by, they’ve gained a lot of respect in the club and around town. they rarely ever drive a car but when they do LIVIN' ON A PRAYER by BON JOVI is usually heard blasting. ( flannel shirts/blouses, chokers, ankle bracelet tattoo, fresh made pasta, afterglow & rainbow flags. )
quinn here again not jackie @prodigalscns, with a second babe ! she’s a ton different in both backstory & personality, at least i hope and try lol. here goes nothing, hope you love her as much as my first bb jackie !
hope abernathy. her birthname, though the opposite of what she was taught or ever stood for. the abernathy’s were more than negative, they were horrible, if not the worst. but nothing of that was shown to the world, only behind curtains. they were less than fit to be parents, but no neighbors worried in a fancy neighborhood where the police were rather avoided than called in. more times than a handful hope was found home alone, she was a child the two called an accident, she was unwanted and lord did she realize that soon enough.
they didn’t bother teaching her how to talk, to walk or any of the basics. she was considered lucky if she got fed, diapers changed and some attention. next to nominated as the worst parents of the century, erika & pete’s relationship wasn’t that stable either. arguments and fights were normal to say the least, yet they lacked the ability to walk out in fear of their career status outside the house.
needless to say, hope didn’t have any playdates either, there was no socializing for the toddler, her vocabulary was nearly non existent when she started daycare. she doesn’t remember much, but due to her fighting parents being her only example, hope had no issue with/seeing the red flags in hurting other kids.
that trait of anger never left, no matter how kind her teachers were in both primary school and high school. her vocabulary had grown, and not entirely in a positive light. she picked up swear words faster than anything else and she didn’t see the bad in pushing anybody who picked at her down to the ground. it wasn’t til high school other kids liked the roughness in her, how careless she was and she got drawn towards the kind that liked creating havoc as much as she did.
after school they’d crash at the town’s dump, smash in old cars with baseball bats and pretend the world didn’t exist for a while, each of the kids she hung with living through their own version of hell. hope had a hard time opening up, but over time she learned about trust and felt safe enough to fall. the small group of five, hope included, promised to be there through the worst shit. they all knew hope's anger issues weren’t just about a set curfew or a concert being canceled after failing another test, it was different and much more underlying than they’d ever want to experience.
flash forward to six months before graduation, at the age of 18, it was when she met the love of her life at another average party in town thrown by students. although, nothing was average about that night. allegra was more to her at first glance than she could ever put into words, and still to this day she’s unable to express herself vocally about the beauty that she calls her wife for the past twenty seven years now.
it was odd, allegra possessed something her friends didn’t have and hope was hooked for life. from the moment she got called ‘leslie’ instead of hope, her heart dropped. something clicked, in a way she’d never heard about. love was unfamiliar to the blonde, in a romantic way, definitely a familial one and the one of friendship she only discovered recently in comparison to most kids.
hope liked being called leslie, it was new. new but right. little did she knew a whole lot of new was awaiting for her after graduation. in those six months allegra had become her girlfriend, it was love at first sight after all, a secret to her parents. til graduation day. something she never should’ve done. or done sooner. their daughter being a lesbian? an utter disgrace and she got spat in her face in utter disrespect by both her mother and father. it broke her heart as much it infuriated her. there were no parents to be seen at the graduation, but her friends and girlfriend cheered twice the decibel in order to make her feel loved.
two hours later, the two drove by her house in order for leslie to reason with her parents, but there the mess was; her entire wardrobe spread all over the driveway, parents screaming from inside the house. plates smashing, if not vases. for the first time it scared the shit out of leslie and she couldnt’ve picked up her clothes faster to get outta there. she was not welcome anymore. she had never been welcome. and now she had confirmation, she made sure to never return to the house anymore.
for a couple of months she crashed at allegra’s place, where she had been welcomed by her caretakers from the moment she had set foot into the place like never before. it was an experience leslie needed more than she could say, the comfort of a real home, before the two took off to live in an r.v.
school didn’t matter to leslie, she built a passion for art and found a talent hidden in drawing tattoo designs. something she later made her profession of alongside of conning people with her allegra. her girlfriend she got to call her wife at the age of twenty one, forever married in las vegas.
over the course of twenty one years they drove through all fifty states, disguised to the public, unclothed behind doors. taking in stray animals here and there, meeting trustworthy people along the way as much as people leslie had no fear of landing a right hook on. she did everything in order to protect her wife, allegra being right there to keep leslie from crossing a line.
nine years ago they moved to newton, finally feeling like settling down and buy a house. for a year they decided to ‘keep calm’, but danger soon enough called for them and they joined the diablos without a second of hesitation. and here we are, the two still very active in the gang as much as out of sight to the gang. they love each other passionately, danger keeping them together nice and safe.
‘‘oh, come on. after removing the clowns horn you despise so much, you owe me. give me a lil something about your next case, i’m curious.’‘ and jackie’s curiosity sparking like this wasn’t often. the dramaqueen of gossip from twenty years ago had aged into a minding-her-own-business literal business woman. but not the kind she had always hoped to be and theo was her closest connection to what could’ve been. eyes remaining focused on the pile of cards that found itself growing on the table between them, she slowly felt the tension rise of another jack incoming.
‘‘well. if this ain’t the third time this month you had me drivin’ over to stratford with a tow truck. you got me almost thinkin’ you’re this desperate to get my actual number, what did you tell my assistant? ah right, ‘tell hot fire flame to bring the goods for double the price’, wanna fill me in on what’s up with the catcalling? i got better things to do than to get harassed in my own business.’’
( AMY ADAMS. FORTY FIVE. CIS FEMALE. SHE/HER. ) in texas, JACQUELINE WELLS is more commonly known as JACKIE. they’ve been living in newton for FORTY FIVE YEARS and currently AN AUTO BODY SHOP OWNER. some say they are REALISTIC & A WORKAHOLIC but i’m more inclined to believe those that say they’re SELFLESS & RELIABLE. if you walk by their house, you can sometimes hear DROPS OF JUPITER by TRAIN playing from their window. ( sunflower seeds, helix piercings, overalls, marc jacobs daisy perfume & gasping for air after a swim. )
hi there, the name is quinn & i die for this roleplay’s plot, as a motorbike lesbian wannabe this is so perfect, bless the admins for this ! also i have to say i very much suck at writing intros but here goes nothing heh. & not to forget my love leah who has brought me here !
jonathan & jennifer were blessed with not just one baby in 1974, but unexpectedly two. the discovery turned out to be dizygotic twins consisting of one boy and one girl & the wells couldn’t be more proud. like old fashioned / traditional parents, they had one of each gender and both a never expressed secret favorite by nature.
the wells kept up the tradition of naming their children starting with a ‘j’, jackson being named after jonathan’s father jaxson, the girl named jacqueline, not to be confused by or shortened to jac or any of that ‘nonsense’, they were old fashioned after all.
skip jump to their high school experience; jonathan was a busy ceo who was almost never home though he dearly loved his children which he expressed through taking them on trips all over the country and even internationally ! jennifer was an interior designer, a career she put on hold raising the kids, but when they both got sent off to school, she picked it right back up.
like the ultimate high school cliche, jacqueline became head cheerleader whilst her brother jackson achieved the quarterback position with ease & long story short; the wells were easily the talk of every single day they roamed the halls. not to forget their parents were huge sponsors, too. each wells twin with their own clique, almost owning the school itself with how much power they had.
however they weren’t exactly the nicest people, they did try to please their parents every day, get a+ grades and spent their summers volunteering in third world countries in order to best their resumes. out of all relationships jacqueline had, the one she had with her brother was the best. they understood each other better than anyone else did, not even their parents came close to how much love they had for each other. when crashing parties, they always arrived & left together, it was as simple as that. they had each others backs. they were watertight, nothing less.
so, yes you might feel it coming, when jacqueline turned 21 and spent the perfect birthday dinner with her family, she flew that same night over to california to spend one of her last summers as a student at a friend’s villa. partying her ass off, expanding horizons sexually and swimming in her massive pool, completely losing track of time, it was her friend who found out about the heartbreaking news. the wells residence had gone up in flames overnight, a gas leak the police stated in the papers. which left jacqueline with the inheritance and no close family left.
it was something jacqueline never processed fully, til this day she still believes she’s living in some sort of fucked up dream. or nightmare, rather. there’s lots of times she just zones out, thinking of her family. she most definitely changed personality wise, going from stuck up bitch extrovert to easy-going introvert who’s very reliable but doesn’t talk about the past. any talk about her family is either dismissed or easily changed in subject.
in honor of her father and jackson’s wishes, she chased their dream instead of her own. she stayed in town instead of fleeing it, leaving her fantasies as a lawyer like she always hoped to become, she bought land with the inheritance’s money and built an auto body shop. as the business was under construction, jacqueline used her status and the family’s money to teach herself everything that was to know about cars, motorbikes, any alike vehicle & keeping a business that was to be taught by fellow owners/mechanics of auto body shops.
over time her name changed from jacqueline to jackie, making it both easier for fellow residents & making her feel closer to her deceased brother. she’s changed the business’ name multiple times but eventually stuck with ‘jackie’s all’s well’.
she’s also very open to any customer, resident of newton or not, all is welcome or rather ... all is well haaa. but in all seriousness, she’s not picky and would love to help anyone. but also in my defense, i don’t know shit about cars so pls don’t come @ me. that’s all for now !
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