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( * VALENTINE’S DAY ALPHABET !

send some letters to find out more about my muse !

A : AFFECTION. how does your muse show affection?

B : BOUQUET. does your muse like flowers? which ones are their favourite?

C : CHOCOLATE. does your muse like chocolate? which one is their favourite?

D : DATE. what is your muse’s ideal date? where / who with / etc?

E : EMBRACE. does your muse like hugs? what are their hugs like?

F : FLIRT. is your muse good at flirting? how do they flirt?

G : GIFT. is your muse good at gift - giving or do they struggle to get it right?

H : HEART. is your muse quick or slow to give their heart away?

I : I LOVE YOU. does your muse find ‘i love you’ easy or hard to say?

J : JEALOUSY. does your muse get jealous in a relationship?

K : KISS. is your muse a good kisser? why / why not?

L : LOVE. who does your muse love?

M : MOONLIGHT. what is your muse’s ideal date? where / who with / etc?

N : NAUGHTY. what is your muse like in bed?

O : ODE. does your muse have a way with words?

P : PARTNER. what does your muse look for in a partner? looks / personality?

Q : QUESTION. would your muse ask the big question or expect their partner to?

R : ROMANCE. is your muse a romantic or a cynic?

S : SWEETHEART. did your muse have a childhood sweetheart?

T : TRUE LOVE. does your muse believe in true love?

U : UNREQUITED. has your muse had their heart broken?

V : VALENTINE. how does your muse feel about valentine’s day?

W : WEDDING. would your muse get married? why / why not?

X : XOXO. does your muse use / like pet names?

Y : YOURS. does your muse get protective easily?

Z : ZZZ. how many people has your muse slept with?

#let's not forget matty son as well bc #maybe he has a heart too?? we don't know yet

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#3.| there is nothing left of him but the imprint of dust where his feet once trod. . — 「 aesthetic. 」

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— NIKKI SANDERS.

It wasn’t like Nikki had to steal. It wasn’t like Nikki had to do anything at all, out of all the things she did, yet there she was. It was one of those things the blonde did to challenge herself, to ride that fine line between safety and danger, despite her reason. In fact, she hardly had any real sense of reason left. Not because she was crazy (or was she?) but because living a life on the downlow, looking over her shoulder because she got her revenge on one of the most infamous guys in Reno? That was a bitter pill to swallow. For someone like her, a free spirit that ended up on the wrong side of law, people, things, places… it was a prison on its own. And so, every once in a while, Nikki wanted to push her luck a little bit, even if it meant her own demise.

Seeing that cash register open then and there, it was a split moment decision really – nothing premeditated as opposed to most of the things she carefully planned. She was a walking, talking paradox of sorts; meticulous in her moves, and yet willing to make impromptu decisions every once in a while. Anything to make her feel a bit more alive, and a little less empty. It was easy, or so she thought – one hand in, one hand out, and those stacks of paper under her skimpy clothes, and she was on her merry way. That was, until the air got pulled out of her lungs and she got pinned to the wall. ‘’You don’t know shit,’’ She responded, strangely overwhelmed by the fact that she got caught. That hadn’t happened in a while. ‘’So what it’s gonna be now, is this the only way you get to touch a woman?’’

The man watched with amusement as the blonde eyes darkened with frustration and he couldn’t help a loud, genuine laugh at her words. For someone who had just gotten caught by a giant mean-looking man harboring the Jester patch at his arm, she was surely taking it well. Almost as if she’d been unfazed by his reaction, her retort had been well played and Matthew found himself enjoying her unusual response, finding it way more fun than if she’d been terrified of him. Of course, he could tell she felt uneasy as he towered over her, his hand having just rummaged through her cleavage but he wasn’t ready to let go yet. Not until she’d learn her lesson, at least.

Everyone knew about Nikki Sanders. Her ex, a scumbag by the name of Tyler, had gotten arrested and not before having tried to break Matthew’s jaw over a couple of unpaid bills he and his friends were unwilling to settle with the gang. Now that he’d found the blonde trying to steal from him, he realized just how convenient it would be to use her against Tyler, assuming that their relationship was still going strong despite the distance. “You’re pretty mouthy for a thief, you know that?” he retorted, a smirk dancing on his lips. Leaning forward so that his body pressed against hers, he cocked his head to the side and reached down until he was mere inches away from her ear before whispering lowly. “I know you’re not stupid enough to get caught,” he spoke, his smirk widening slightly “So what is it exactly that you want?”

#ii.| para. —「 nicole sanders. 」#( matthew 10/10 fucking with her for shits and giggles kay )

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— MARLEY CALLAHAN.

Looking up at the sound of a familiar voice, Marley’s face, previously pinched in concentration, lit up, a wide grin breaking out on her lips. “Oh, Matthew, stop it. Gonna make me blush.” She teased, the words pairing with an eye roll that showed she wasn’t serious. Before she could reply to his questioning, Matthew beat her to it, already knowing the answer. She nodded in agreement, looking over at the man with a raised eyebrow. “What, my virgin skin ain’t cuttin’ it for you anymore, handsome?” She took a glance down at her bare arms, trying, and failing, to imagine them with the ink that adorned his own skin.

There were very few people who could pull a smile out of the mean Sergeant at arms of the Jesters and Marley Callahan was certainly of them. Looking up to meet her gaze, Matthew found himself almost longing for the sparkle of happiness that seemed to have taken up residence in Marley’s eyes, making the corners of his own lips twitch upwards. He couldn’t find one memory that made him half as happy as the blonde seemed to be and the man contemplated that realization with cold indifference as if it would have been any other meaningless piece of information. Maybe if his mother was still alive, he thought to himself.

“I don’t think I can wait any longer,” he played along, clutching a hand at his heart and feigning pain. “I think it would make you look badass. You’re like a blank canvas in the middle of all of us, ruined paintings” he pointed out to the rest of the clientele, mostly members getting pieces done and shrugged, a teasing glint in his eyes. “I wouldn’t mind being your first,” he winked “How about we start off slow? Like a crown, you know, to show you’re one of ours?”

#ii.| para. —「 marley callahan. 」

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Matthew started walking over to Rose just in time to catch a glimpse of the douchey-looking man sitting in one of the booths of the casino, his eyes ogling the blonde like she was a walking peace of meat. His eyes darkened at the sight of his hands trailing over her arm and he watched as the woman shivered and backed away from his touch, a clear look of disgust painted over her features. It only appeared to entice the client, however, who took it as an invitation to roughly grab her arm and pull her to his side, his fingers tightly wrapped around her bicep. The Jester didn’t need more. His pace picked up and he shoved past the sea of people partying around the casino and was at Rose’s side in a heartbeat, towering over both her and the man who now looked like he’d seen a ghost.

“Hey, I know your sister likes it that way but mine doesn’t,” he boomed with evident anger before placing a protective arm over Rose and gently pushing her behind him so that he only was facing the stranger. “You have three seconds to get your ass out of that door or you’ll be collecting your teeth from under the table,” he threatened cooly, watching with disgust as the man hastily grabbed his wallet and practically ran towards the exit.

He then turned to face Rose, a worried looking washing over his face as he grabbed her arm and grimaced at the bruise that was already forming on her skin. “You okay?”

#ii.| para. —「 rose calloway. 」

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— SOLOMON MILLER.

“Checkmate.”

Solomon was smug, sure, and probably could’ve called checkmate three moves ago, but it was more fun to watch Matthew get so riled up over a few pieces of wood. The man never seemed to quite get the idea that there was more than one strategy when dealing with chess, and no matter how many different ways Sol approached it, he always ended up the victor. He fully expected to end up with his queen shoved down his throat one day, but it would still be worth it to say checkmate that final time.

“What can I say, I’m just lucky.” Sol couldn’t help his grin being as smug as Matthew said it was, just as he couldn’t stop himself from grinning, despite the threat. “Best two out of three?”

“Suck my dick, Miller,” the Jester grumbled out angrily, one of his fists still balled to his side. He knew just how ridiculous it was to get riled up over such a trivial thing yet Matthew couldn’t tone down the frustration that took over him every time Solomon would pronounce that same word, at the end of each game.

“I’m done playing with you,” he spoke as he finally turned around to face the other man, his features finally free of any signs of anger — for now, at least. “You know, I used to play back when I was inside,” he confided as he sat back down, although his voice completely devoided of emotions as if he was recalling someone else’s story. “It was the only thing I had. They wouldn’t really let me outside, sometimes for weeks, because they said I tempted the others to fight,” he shrugged, although a small smile cracked the corners of his lips. “I really thought I was good, man. What’s your trick?”

#ii.| para. —「 solomon miller. 」

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“Here,” Matthew leaned over to pass the blunt to Valentine, a cloud of smoke escaping his lips. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d had the time to sit down and relax, between working at the bar and taking care of gang business. The rest of his free time had been spent either running extra errands for the Jesters or trying to find a replacement for his sister as manager of the Lawless bar, which had ended up being trickier than he’d initially thought.

“Any shit I should know about, lately?” he asked as he leaned back against his chair, stretching his legs and staring at the ceiling who’d conveniently started moving, thanks to his fresh stash. His poisiton in the gang granted him firsthand access to most of the important information in concern with the gang but still, there was nothing like intel from the inside. “I haven’t heard from any explosions from you in a while, I must say, I feel like a proud poppa,” he added jokingly, a silent chuckle making his shoulder shake.

#ii.| para. —「 valentine miller. 」#( two bros sitting in an empty room very close to each other bc we stan )

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“Checkmate!”

“Whatever, asshole,” Matthew grumbled lowly, looking at his three remaining pieces on the board and balling his fist to the side, ready to smash the table in half. Violence was expected from people like him but he’d learned to keep it in check as the years had gone by and his time in jail should have been enough of a testament to his growth and newly gained maturity. Looking at the board now, he couldn’t help but let out a low, humorless chuckle and quickly get up from his seat, walking over to the nearest window and lighting up a cigarette. It was either that or shoving every last piece of chess down the twin’s throat and he didn’t think the other would take kindly to his outburst.

“I literally didn’t budge as three guys tried to shiv me in the slammer. I withstood my father’s fury for years. And I don’t fucking know why, but the fact that you manage to win every single fucking time is the one thing that makes me lose my mind,” Matthew explained slowly, taking a drag out of his cigarette and letting the nicotine wash over him. “You better erase that smug grin out’ your face before I punch your teeth in, Miller,” the empty threat only making him more furious as he was still looking out the window, knowing that Solomon was now probably harboring his usual victorious smile.

#ii.| para. —「 solomon miller. 」#( sore loser much? i think so)

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#3.| there is nothing left of him but the imprint of dust where his feet once trod. . — 「 aesthetic. 」

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“Well, if that isn’t my favorite tattoo parlor receptionist” Matthew spoke loudly at the sight of Marley behind her desk, working tirelessly over what seemed like a bunch of boring paperwork. “Big boss in yet?” he asked, plopping himself on a closeby chair, looking down at his watch. “Who am I kidding, when has he ever been on time,” he shook his head with a scoff before looking up at the blonde. “So? When are you going to get some sleeves done on you, Marley?”

#ii.| para. —「 marley callahan. 」

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JACKIE DEVINE.

Who in the hell had she pissed off this much to earn her an ample amount of bad karma? Because this, standing by as a cocky Jesters with a smirk on his face watched as she clearly failed each attempt to restart her car had to be the next thing closer to hell. She should have just bit the bullet and called Mason or one of the guys —- or hell, just smudge up that manicure by now. It would have beat having to stand witness to the look of satisfaction on Matthew’s face that came across as soon as her car squealed rather than roared when attempting to turn over the ignition. “Do you speak English? I already told you, I don’t need your help.” She also couldn’t figure out how to start this damn car. With a huff, a curse word mumbled under a heavy breath, Jackie slammed the hood of the black car down and dug her hands into her jacket to retrieve her cellphone. There was really nothing else she could do, and she sure as hell wasn’t letting him get the satisfaction of extending the plea of his help. She would just slip into the bar across the street and figure it out instead. Slipping around the front of the car, Jackie could still sense his gaze on her, and she looked back with a glare. “What, are you going to stalk me now, too?”

On any other day, the brunette’s attitude would have been enough to annoy the shit out of him for a week but instead, Matthew found himself leaning back into his motorcycle, crossing his arms and waiting to see what her next move would be. Her words made him chuckle lightly and he watched as she tried one more time before giving up and a curse escaped her lips. Something amount of sass and frustration contained in such a small body seemed to fascinate him and he still couldn’t quite figure out what he was still doing there, yet making no sign of wanting to leave at all. The evident argument would have been that he was simply attracted to the idea of messing with the enemy but he knew there was something more there and he was curious to see just how far he could go and ride the bull without getting thrown off.

Matthew immediately perked up at her words and a lazy smile slowly stretched on his lips. Stalking the daughter of one of the Devils? That didn’t seem like such a bad idea after all. “What a great idea, dollface! And you know what? I might just do that!” he replied with feigned enthusiasm, placing his hands on both handles of his motorcycle before he started to drive, only fast enough to keep up with her pace and ride alongside her.

#ii.| para. —「 jackie devine. 」

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“Now, now, where the fuck do you think you’re going, pretty?” Matthew smiled as he raised a brow, although his smirk looked more like one of a lion pleased with the catching of his prey. Catching both of Nikki’s wrists, he took a step to the side and pushed her firmly against the wall and towered over her, his eyes darkening at the sight of her cleavage which happened to have been full of the bills she’d stolen from him “I get that you’re hot and all, but pretty girls don’t steal, you know? It’s just not that ladylike,” he looked up, locking his gaze with hers before placing both her wrist over her head and holding them tightly in place. Pushing his leg between hers so she couldn’t move his free hand then went diving into her shirt, retrieving most of his money. Matthew was careful not to touch her and only grab the paper but was clearly amused at the woman’s tactic as she probably thought he wouldn’t dare try taking his bills from there.

“For what it’s worth, I think it’s very cute that you tried and actually thought you’d get away with it. Seeing how swiftly you worked behind the register, I’m going to go ahead and guess that this isn’t your first time, yeah?” Matthew ventured, still not letting go of the blonde.

#ii.| para. —「 nicole sanders. 」#( flip flop an asshole meets an asshole )

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Matthew watched as Jackie tried to turn on the engine again and a satisfied smile lazily stretched itself on his lips at the sound of what seemed like an unsuccessful attempt. “Are you sure you don’t need my help?” he asked again, this time knowing it would only get on her nerve and waited for the brunette to finally snap at him. He usually wouldn’t have even stopped to help out someone but the idea of toying with the daughter of a famous Sinner was simply too tempting and the woman’s fiesty response had been more than enough to convince him to stay.