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i don't remember what i've showed so just an art dump

hehe boothill

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Ineverthinkbutialwaystalk pookie is that you, pls come back the Jacketbiker kids miss you. 🥺🥺🥺

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redraw thing from indie cross :))

(omg man i simp for drifter so bad)

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Forgiveness

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redraw of those gay people

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hype:)

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@d10medes 's bobby :)

quiero mucho a tu bobby

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Redraw

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Hi so I refuse to make an a03 account so I'm back at it again posting fanfic on the blog </3 today's menu is biker and jacket from hlm at a gas station (with a twist hehehe)

Story is below!! Cw for mentions of drug usage 😋

Late night ride <3

June 3rd, 1989

Miami, Florida

“Shhhiiiitttt…can you split a twenty?” were the muffled words that came out of the customers mouth. It was partially his fault, he was still wearing his helmet indoors. It was a breezy night, the palm tree leaves swaying in the wind slowly as the sky turned from blue to pink. A red motorcycle was parked out front of the gas station, the kickstand being held together by a few pieces of duct tape. There was another man standing beside the bike, flicking the top of his zippo lighter, putting it up to the front of the cigarette in his mouth, burning the paper and tobacco in order to smoke it.

“Cash register only has a couple of ones, sir.” The kid on shift explained, jestering over to where the total was. $10.77. The biker had flipped open his visor, some specs of teal and green being visible from his head. He squinted at the total, grumbling and patting at his jeans and jacket pockets. Biker had planned to save a good amount of this money for roadside troubles, he wasn't going to give this money up that easily, especially to some teenager, employee or not. Eventually, he reminded himself of what he had in his back pocket, a sandwich bag with a few paper-wrapped ‘goodies’ inside.

“Hmm.. say, kid, how about this. . you smoke, don't you? You seem like someone who's itching for something new.” The almost-adult running the counter slowly nodded, raising a brow at Biker. “How about a trade? Some grass for gas?” he would show the bag to the cashier, shaking its contents like he was shaking a bag of cat treats. This immediately grabbed the attention of the employee, slowly reaching out and taking two of the tubes out of the bag, handing the rest back to Biker, before flicking a few switches from behind the counter.

“Pump three is on, eleven dollars worth of gas. Get out of here.” and with those words, Biker headed back out to where the gas pumps were. The man standing beside his bike was tall, with sand-colored hair and a shadow perfectly placed on his face to hide his eyes. He had a letterman jacket, the sleeves being a muddy brown with spots near the cuff being soaked, causing it to be more of maroon shade. His jeans were grass stained to all hell, and his white canvas shoes barely looked white anymore.

“Jacket,” Biker had begun, stretching out a bit as he inserted the nozzle into the gas tank located underneath his bike's seat. “If you want to go get something, now would be that time. Are you hungry? Thirsty? You've been backpacking without any helmet, I'm surprised your mouth doesn't have bugs splattered in there.” He would say with a laugh, while Jacket just stared at him with a blank expression. “Haha…maybe you don't have any bugs in your mouth because you never open it to begin with. Look, go in there and get something for you to drink, ‘kay?” Biker would say with a nod, putting his hand on Jacket's back as he gently turned him to the direction of the gas station market.

The blonde man made his way to the inside of the quick mart, a soft bell dinging as the door swung open and closed behind him. The kid running the cash register had something in his mouth, trying to figure out how to strike one of the lighters he had borrowed from behind his counter. He was grumbling and failing to strike it, glaring over at Jacket before very quickly fumbling the lighter in his hand, and ripping the tube out of his mouth, hiding his hand behind his back with a nervous smile. Jacket, only raised a brow at the whole interaction, looking back over at the freezer box and opening it, looking at a few of his options. He grabbed two cans of soda, closing the box behind him before heading over to the checkout counter. Two soft beeps rung out from the scans, the teenager pointing to the total. $1.00. Jacket dug through his pockets, taking out a fist full of quarters before opening his bandaged hand, putting the four quarters onto the tabletop.

He took the two sodas, and walked out of the gas station. Biker was finishing up his tank, tapping the nozzle on the inside of the bike's gas tank before fully pulling the nozzle out, placing it back to where he had got it from before. Biker took off his helmet, adjusting his green bandana and pushing some of his teal hair out of his face. Once jacket had approached Biker, he held out one of the chilled cans of soda, a very subtle smile on his face. Biker, immediately lit up with the drink being presented to him, taking the can and staring down at it in his hands before looking over at the blonde boy.

“Dawwwhhh…you didn't have to get me anything. I appreciate it, thank you.” Biker would say, before leaning his face closer to the side of Jackets face, giving him a quick and secretive kiss before pulling himself away and cracking open the soda. Biker had a cream soda, while Jacket cracked open his cola. Biker leaned his back against one of the pillars next to the gas pump, looking up at the sky as he took a few slurps of his drink. Jacket had leaned beside him, looking up as well, tilting his head and resting it more onto his shoulder. The blondie softly opened his mouth, a small yawn escaping his lips as his blinking got a bit slower.

“Hm? You sound tired. Finish up your soda, and I'll drive you home.” Biker would offer, looking over at him and flashing Jacket a soft smile, before his lips got preoccupied with the canned drink once more.

After a short while, both cans were empty, and Jacket had put the butt of his cigarette into the can, before tossing out the cola and cream soda cans into a nearby trash can. Biker had straddled himself back onto his bike, putting his helmet back on and pulling his visor down, looking behind him as Jacket got onto the back of the bike, his arms wrapping around Biker's torso, like a hug from behind. Biker had kicked the stand, using his feet to balance the bike until they got closer to the road, revving its engine before speeding back down Miami's highway.

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Paquito

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Nasty dog

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Driver X Jacket

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The boss

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More Jacket jacket more drawing more

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Jacket hotline miami but ryan gosling

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New... Pencils....

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Happy valentine i guess