#your grammar is amazing for it not even being your second language!!

[bloodstainedbible]

jonathan’s lips curled into a slow, deliberate smile as alyson closed the space between them, her arms snaking around his neck. he didn’t flinch, didn’t resist. her boldness amused him, even intrigued him, though he could sense the tension humming beneath her skin. she was trying to take control, to wrestle dominance from him, but he had danced this dance too many times before.

when she grinned, eyes flicking to his lips, and asked her question, he tilted his head slightly, studying her as if she were a particularly fascinating specimen. he didn’t speak immediately, letting the silence stretch thin between them, a predator’s patience. her intensity, the glint of violence lurking just beneath her surface, wasn’t something he found off-putting. no, it was fuel. it was recognition.

as she released him and stepped back, he let her retreat. his movements were slow, calculated, as he adjusted the cuff of his shirt with one hand, his dark eyes never leaving hers. her question lingered in the air: who are you?

“i could give you an answer,” he said, his voice a low drawl, deceptively calm. “a story to wrap your head around, some neat little narrative to make sense of the man standing in front of you. i could tell you about my upbringing, about how the world taught me to sharpen my edges, to carve myself into the shape you see now. but that wouldn’t really answer your question, would it?”

jonathan stepped forward, closing the distance she had created, his presence filling the space between them. his tone shifted, darker now, heavier. “you want to know who i am, alyson? i’ll tell you.” he leaned in slightly, his breath ghosting over her ear, though his hands remained at his sides, as still and composed as a statue.

“i am hunger,” he whispered, his voice intimate, almost reverent. “i am the knife in the dark, the voice that whispers when you think no one’s listening. i am every secret you’ve buried, every nightmare you’ve silenced. i don’t take because i need to. i take because it’s who i am. and you…” he pulled back just enough to meet her eyes, his gaze boring into hers, unrelenting. “you’re not so different, are you?”

his smile returned, sharp and knowing. “you see, alyson, i don’t care about what you’ve hidden behind your doors. i already know it’s beautiful—ugly, broken, but beautiful. what i care about is how you’ll play the game. because you’ve been playing it your whole life, haven’t you? and now here we are. two monsters staring at each other, trying to decide which one will bite first.”

jonathan took a step back, the tension crackling between them like a live wire. his gaze flicked down to her lips briefly, then back to her eyes, as if daring her to take that step, to cross the line.

“so, alyson,” he said softly, his voice tinged with amusement, “what will it be? will you show me who you are? or will you wait to see what happens when i get tired of waiting?”

A loud laughter escaped her lips. "I knew it.. you are anything but normal" she said then took a step towards him now, even if his presence still felt uncomfortable, even if it felt like he had a sharp knife against her skin.. but she wouldnt back out, she wouldnt show weakness, she would never let him have control of her.

Alyson wrapped her arms around his neck, looking straight into his eyes, those eyes that made her feel some type of way, those eyes she would rather escape. His reaction to her revealing her true self to him was still something she did not see coming. He seemed to be just as intrigued with her than she was with him. Maybe they both had sensed something was wrong since the first day they saw eachother or maybe.. he was just a stalker and found out one or too many things about her which she really didn`t like. She didnt like how much he thought he knew, didnt like the way he talked to her.

Thoughts of them in his bed, her on top of him with her favorite knife came to her mind, blood gushing out of him like a fountain, if only she could really see him like that. "How much blood i am willing to spill?" she asked then looked to his lips when he spoke and she grinned but never answered that question. She had a feeling he would maybe find out soon enough. "So tell me then, Jonathan.. what have you become? Who is this person really that is standing before me?" she asked and now she was geniuenly interested to know who he thought he is. "I wouldnt mind playing with you at all."

Behind her doors she indeed hid many things and yes, also the things he had mentiond but Alyson was far more complicated, if he had met the younger version of her, he would not recognize her today. Her trauma, her sadness, her anger, the darkness surrounding her, all that.. made her to who she is today.

She slowly let go of him again to create some space between them, even if for a split second she indeed wanted to taste those lips, just to figure out how he truly tasted, how someone like him would feel against her lips and her body. As intimidating as he was, she was also drawn to his darkness, fascinated by the way he talked and moved, it turned her on in a very sick way and she had to control herself. There were still many things she had to figure out about him, she knew nothing and that was bothering her. "Tell me... who are you?"

[vanteguccir]

── ୨୧ !　DRESS TO IMPRESS IN REAL LIFE

matt sturniolo x reader

SUMMARY: Where Y/N, Matt's secret girlfriend, participates in the 'Dress to Impress in real life' video.

WARNING: None.

REQUESTED?: Yes, by an anon.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: That is my work, I DON'T authorize any plagiarism, copy, or "inspiration"! | English isn't my first language, so I'm sorry if there's any grammar error.

A/N²: I added and changed some dialogs that didn't happen on the video, so the fic ended being more complete.

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The triplets were buzzing with energy, their house a hive of activity as they set up for their newest video; Dress to Impress, real-life edition. Each round had its own theme, and the first one was Summer Vacation. Y/N had been roped into joining as a surprise guest, and secretly, Matt couldn't have been more thrilled.

The boys had already pulled out all the stops with their outfits. Chris sported a chaotic ensemble: a bucket hat with panels of clashing colors, lime green slides, and denim cargo shorts.

Matt was rocking a relaxed, dad-on-vacation vibe, complete with an oversized straw hat, patterned swim trunks, and a shirt that screamed, 'I don’t care, I’m on island time'.

Nick had gone full beach prep with a striped tank top, sunglasses that were almost too tiny for his face, and a retro cooler box tucked under his arm like an accessory.

As the camera rolled, Y/N was still getting ready in Matt’s bathroom, leaving the boy's to discuss who went better between the three of them.

"Alright." Chris said, pointing a finger at Nick’s cooler. "I’m just saying, if you don’t actually have anything in there, that’s a waste of a prop."

"It’s called committing to the bit, Chris." Nick shot back, adjusting the towel draped over his shoulder. "The cooler is the vibe."

Matt, who was adjusting his sunglasses, glanced toward the bathroom door, his face lighting up as if he could sense Y/N’s presence through the walls.

"Y/N better bring it. I know she’s got something amazing up her sleeve."

Nick rolled his eyes, looking at Matt with a boring expression.

"Why do I feel like you’re already planning to give her every win, no matter what she’s wearing?"

"Because I am." Matt replied bluntly, grinning like the lovesick puppy he was.

The door finally creaked open, and all three boys turned as Y/N emerged. She had nailed the summer vacation aesthetic, wearing a flowy, tropical-patterned sundress, bikini top below it, oversized black Prada sunglasses perched on her nose, and sandals that matched her outfit perfectly. She’d even added a straw beach bag for good measure.

"Okay, Y/N, I see you!" Chris exclaimed, clapping his hands together.

Y/N laughed, grinning widely before twirling to show off her look.

"Alright, that’s tough competition. You actually look like you're ready to spend the day at your beach house." Nick gave a low whistle, his blue eyes traveling from her face to her feet and back again. "But I'd say you're in fourth place. You're ready for the beach, not for any summer vacation."

"Fair." Y/N shrugged, take a quick peak at her outfit again before looking at Matt. "What do you think?"

Matt's eyes seemed to be shining like the whole cadence of stars, wandering through every detail of her choice of clothes.

"Are you kidding? That’s... that’s so good. You look like you stepped out of a summer vacation catalog or something." His voice sounded slightly high-pitched with excitement. "Nick's just jealous."

"What? No, I'm not!"

Chris rolled his eyes, already sensing where this was going.

"Oh, here we go."

"Like, if I saw you on the beach." Matt continued, ignoring his brothers entirely. "I’d probably just pass out. That’s how good you look."

"Okay, Matt." Nick said, holding up a hand. "We get it. Obsessive fucker."

The room filled with laughter, Y/N shaking her head but unable to hide the grin spreading across her face, her cheeks heating up.

"Right, first round? I'm second." Matt declared, gesturing toward himself. "Obviously, Y/N was first because, you know, she's Y/N." He gave her a little smile. "Then Nick was third, and Chris was fourth. That’s the average."

"Yeah, unfortunately." Nick muttered, throwing his hands up.

"Well." Chris turned dramatically to the camera and pointed. "They can vote."

Nick, not missing a beat, leaned closer to the camera, his voice dripping with mock confidence.

"Oh, I already know they’re gonna vote for me. Mine’s obviously the best. Unless..." He paused for dramatic effect, raising an eyebrow. "These girls wanna sleep with Matt and vote for him."

"What?!" Matt’s eyes widened in pure shock as he whipped his head toward the camera, looking utterly scandalized.

Y/N’s eyes flicked between Nick and Matt, her lips tightening slightly trying to suppress a laugh. It was impossible not to be amused by Nick’s antics.

She knew Nick wasn’t wrong, Matt’s popularity with their audience also had to do with his charm and, let’s face it, how good he looked on camera. There probably were plenty of girls who’d vote for Matt purely because of his looks, even if one of the other boys dressed better.

Nick continued without missing a beat.

"It’s the straight man advantage! You guys..." He gestured wildly at the camera. "Are gonna discriminate against me because I’m gay, and I don't like 'yall back."

At that, Y/N couldn’t help but burst into laughter, shaking her head.

Matt, still recovering from Nick’s bold accusation, raised a hand defensively.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, hold on a second." He looked straight into the camera with that intense, sincere gaze that Y/N loved. "Just for the record, I’m completely off-limits. Completely."

The way he said it, firm and definitive, sent a wave of confidence through Y/N. Her lips twitched into a small smile as she crossed her arms, clearing her throat to contain her reactions, trying to play it cool.

Nick, however, wasn’t done.

"Oh, yeah? You really think they care about that?" He teased, smirking as Matt shook his head in disbelief.

Chris rolled his eyes, still laughing.

"Nick, stop trying to guilt-trip them into voting for you."

"I'm not doing anything." Nick replied with a wink, sending the group into another fit of laughter.

"Now, bring the runway on, boys!"

The camera cut to Chris, who had appointed himself the first to strut down their makeshift runway that started from the stairs.

He walked in quick steps before stopping in the center of their camera lens, dramatically fanning himself with an imaginary hand fan.

"Where did you even get the idea of the imaginary fan?" Y/N teased, laughing with the others.

"Shh, it’s part of the vibe." Chris replied, flipping his bucket hat backward with flair. He strolled toward the camera with exaggerated confidence, striking a series of ridiculous poses. "Yeah, you’re welcome." He said as he walked off-camera, leaving the other three in stitches.

Nick went next, cooler in hand.

"Get ready to witness greatness." He said, lifting the retro cooler above his head like it was the Holy Grail, showing it off.

"You go, queen!" Y/N cheered, nodding her head while watching him.

Nick smiled brightly, placing it down carefully and reached for the towel draped over his shoulder, unfolding it with slow, deliberate movements. Too slow.

"This is taking forever." Matt groaned, crossing his arms.

"Nick, it’s been 30 seconds. Just lay the towel down!" Chris yelled.

Nick ignored them, carefully smoothing out the towel on the floor, his face the picture of focus. Once he was satisfied, he walked down the "runway", throwing some expressions to the camera before almost gluing his face to the lens, taking his glasses off.

"Iconic." Y/N said between laughs.

"Thank you, thank you." Nick replied, bowing before dramatically kicking the towel aside as if to signal the end of his performance, his right hand fanning himself as the last act.

Matt was up next.

"Alright, let me show you how it’s done." He said confidently. Grabbing his sunscreen, he opened the cap and squeezed a dollop onto his fingers, dabbing it on his cheeks like football player stripes.

"Well, you gotta stay protected, I guess." Y/N muttered, smiling with how Chris was rooting like crazy.

Laughter escaped her lips as Matt sauntered toward the camera, showing off the sunscreen like it was a designer handbag. He struck a confident pose, holding the product up, before walking back off the camera with an over-the-top smile.

Finally, it was Y/N’s turn.

"Your move, Y/N." Nick said, gesturing grandly toward the imaginary runway.

"Alright, alright, give me a second." She said, thinking fast.

She reached into her straw bag, pulling out the pair of oversized sunglasses that she had thrown there at some point, dramatically placing it on her face. Then, grabbing a small beach towel she had tucked inside the bag, she draped it over one arm like a sash.

"What’s happening here?" Matt asked, intrigued.

Y/N strolled onto the "runway" with slow, exaggerated movements like a madame arriving at a five-star resort. Halfway down, she pretended to feel the heat, pulling an actual bottle of water from her bag and taking a sip before fanning herself with her hand.

"It has to have the fan move!" Nick applauded, grinning to the scene before being interrupted by Chris’s comment.

"Of course, I created it."

At the end of the runway, Y/N stopped, tossed her sunglasses off dramatically at the ground, and struck a ridiculous pose with one hand on her hip and the other shielding her eyes as if she was shielding her face from the sun.

"That was solid!" Chris exclaimed, clapping.

Matt, meanwhile, was in awe, hands on his head.

"Are you kidding? That was really good. A thousand points. Game over. Y/N wins. Everyone go home."

Nick scoffed.

"Matt, stop simping for two seconds so we can keep this contest going."

"I’m not simping." Matt argued, clearly lying. "I'm just stating facts."

"Shut up, Matt."

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For the Mix-Matched Madness theme, the camera panned to the boys standing in a line, proudly displaying their chaotic ensembles.

Chris was clad in a bright red varsity jacket over a striped shirt, camo pink shorts, and mismatched knee-high socks with chunky boots.

Matt decided for plaid shorts layered over one plaid pant leg, a pastel blue and yellow sweater vest, and a floppy dog-ear cap.

Nick went to a plaid jacket layered over a striped shirt with a perfectly coordinated tie, and matching sweatpants and sneakers.

"Guys, I’m clearly superior." Nick started, raising his eyebrows as he adjusted his glasses. "My outfit is actually intentional, look at this synergy! It screams fashion-forward."

Matt groaned, rolling his eyes and looking at Chris with a 'is he serious?' expression.

"Nick, you’re wearing matchy-matchy plaid in a mix-matched challenge. You’ve missed the assignment!"

"It’s ironic." Nick shot back, crossing his arms. "I’m doing intentional matching. If I were in a real runway right now, people would actually like my outfit."

Chris scratched his head, looking between them.

"Isn’t that kind of cheating, though?"

Before the debate could escalate further, Y/N stepped into the frame, causing all three boys to give her their attention.

Her outfit was next level: a bright purple sequined crop top paired with one lime green legging on her right leg and a fluffy, neon orange sock on the other. She wore a skirt made of layered, clashing floral patterns that didn’t quite match the fuzzy checkered cardigan she threw on top. To finish it off, her accessories included a leopard-print beanie - the one she stole from Matt's closet -, oversized sunglasses, and two entirely different shoes, a silver stiletto on one foot and a Croc on the other.

The boys gawked.

"Okay, now that’s mix-matched madness." Chris said, pointing at her.

"Girl, you look like you fell into a thrift store... and it worked." Nick added, looking both impressed and slightly annoyed.

"How can you still look so good while wearing... that?" Matt asked, pointing at her outfit with his hand while shaking his head in disbelief.

Y/N twirled dramatically, holding out her skirt as she grinned at the camera.

"Thank you, boys. I like to call this 'chaos with confidence'." She invented the random name, throwing a quick kiss to the lens.

Chris threw his hands up.

"Alright, I’m officially placing second now."

Nick groaned, shaking his head dramatically.

"No way. She’s great, but I’m still winning. Look at this tie!"

Matt laughed.

"Nick, your tie doesn’t save you from breaking the theme. You’re disqualified."

The scene cut to the "runway", where each of them showcased their chaotic outfits with an equally chaotic performance.

First up was Nick. He confidently strutted forward, reaching for the end of his tie. With exaggerated flair, he lifted it as if someone were pulling him forward, his face a picture of mock shock and drama, stumbling forward.

"Ey, keep going!" Chris hollered, nodding enthusiastically.

The moment he reached the end of the runway, he grinned mischievously, running his hand dramatically through his hair and tossing a sultry look at the camera before taking off his pink glasses.

"Work it, Nick!" Y/N chimed in, her laughter mixing with the chaos.

Nick turned on his heel with a laugh, sauntering back to the start and throwing a praying gesture, ignoring how Matt laughed, mockingly imitating his act.

Next, Matt stepped up, adjusting his floppy dog-ear cap before suddenly spinning it backward.

"Showtime." He muttered under his breath, earning immediate chuckles from the others. He walked to the camera with a cocky stride, crossing his arms and bending slightly to the side.

For the final move, he pivoted and moonwalked his way back to the start, nearly slipping on his mismatched shoes but recovering with a grin.

"Did you see that? Effortless." Matt declared, earning boos and laughs from the rest.

"You almost ate it, Matt." Y/N teased, shaking her head.

Chris stepped up next. And, of course, he brought drama.

"Hold my jacket." He said, then immediately shook his head. "Actually, no. The floor will."

With exaggerated aggression, he ripped off one of his red lobster gloves, throwing it to the ground with flair. The glove was followed by his belt, which he unbuckled and tossed with equal energy.

"Oh my God." Y/N looked at the camera with wide eyes.

"What is happening?" Nick cackled, practically doubling over, slapping Y/N's arm.

Chris wasn’t done. He walked up to the camera with an intense expression, holding his hands out and touching the screen, acting as if zooming in.

"Enhance." He said, squinting into the lens. Then, as if the camera wasn’t worthy, he spun dramatically on his heel, walked back, and threw off his varsity jacket mid-stride before striking one final pose.

"Now that’s how you do it." Y/N joked, looking at the camera. "Like and subscribe if you want Chris to make a strip tea-"

"Y/N!"

For Y/N's turn, she adjusted her oversized leopard beanie with a dramatic flair and tilted her sunglasses low on her nose, revealing a dead-serious expression underneath. She strutted forward slowly, dragging her stiletto along the ground for added effect. When she reached the camera, she whipped her head to the side, making her orange fluffy sock the star of the moment.

But it didn’t end there. Y/N suddenly crouched down into a deep squat, raising one hand in the air and striking a pose like she was ready to pounce. The boys immediately broke into cheers and laughter.

"Yes, queen!" Nick shouted, jumping in the place and clapping, laughing loudly.

"She nailed it." Matt said with a proud grin, nodding his head.

Y/N slowly stood, turning to the side as if the camera had disappeared, and walked off like nothing had happened.

"Thank you." She said nonchalantly, tossing her hair over her shoulder as the others applauded.

"Alright, I officially retire." Nick said, throwing his arms to the air in a surrender gesture.

"Same." Chris picked up his lobster glove from the floor, grinning.

Matt sighed, smiling at Y/N's figure.

"She’s unbeatable. Let’s not do these challenges anymore if she’s in them."

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The scene cut to the next category: Rock Concert. The boys had gathered in front of the camera, each flaunting their edgy outfits.

Chris leaned casually against the wall, dressed in all black with his bandana tied around his head. His sunglasses were perfectly placed, and a Bluetooth speaker hung over his shoulder like a statement piece.

"Clearly, I’m the embodiment of rock concert aesthetic." He said confidently, adjusting his speaker strap.

Nick crossed his arms, giving Chris a side-eye. He was sporting his long-sleeved shirt adorned with skulls and intricate spiderweb patterns paired with black cargo pants and chunky boots.

"Please." Nick retorted. "I’ve got literal death on my shirt. That’s as metal as it gets."

Matt, standing in the middle, smirked. He wore a black leather jacket over a white shirt, complete with a silver skull belt buckle and leather pants that practically screamed rockstar.

"Yeah, but have you seen my belt?" He argued, lifting his white shirt slightly to show it off. "This is peak rock concert material. I even coordinated it with my jacket."

"Okay, but who do you think the crowd would look at first?" Chris challenged. "The guy with the bandana, all black, and sunglasses? Obviously me. The speaker only makes it better."

Nick rolled his eyes.

"You look like you’re trying to be a cool dad sneaking into a concert." He teased.

"Alright, alright." Y/N interrupted from off-screen, stepping into the camera frame and effectively stealing the show.

Y/N’s outfit was on another level. She wore a black 'Bon Jovi' cropped top with silver detailing that matched the chains on her leather mini skirt. Fishnet tights peeked out from under the skirt, leading down to a pair of knee-high combat boots that added an extra edge to the look. To top it off, she wore a cropped leather jacket with studs on the shoulders and accessorized with chunky silver jewelry and a black choker.

The boys fell silent for a second, staring.

Y/N smiled brightly at them before turning to the camera, raising her right arm and making the 'rock and roll' gesture by raising her pinky and index fingers and lowering the others.

"'Cause we all just wanna be big rockstars and live in hilltop houses driving 15 cars..."

"Girl, what the fuck?" Nick widened his eyes, looking from Y/N to the camera with a look that screamed 'are you guys seeing this?'

Matt laughed loudly, recognizing the song from one of the TikTok trends that Y/N had been obsessing over the past few weeks, being quick in imitating her position, and starting singing with her.

"... the girls come easy and the drugs come cheap, we'll all stay skinny 'cause we just won't eat-"

"Okay, that's enough of that." Chris interrupted the pair, gesturing to them while shaking his head in disbelief. "So, Y/N wins."

Nick groaned dramatically.

"Let's take her out right now. I don't wanna play with her anymore."

Matt couldn’t stop smiling.

"Can we just talk about how she’s nailing this? Like, can we get her to join the band we don’t have?"

Y/N laughed, giving a mock bow.

"Thank you, thank you. Now, let's just be clear, I already won." Y/N said with a sly grin, stepping forward. "You'll all lose time if you keep discussing who's the best between you three."

"How can you be so sure?" Chris crossed his arms, carrying a superior instance.

"Because I actually listen to rock." She said, shrugging like it was obvious. "AC/DC, Bon Jovi, Kansas, Asia... should I keep going?"

Nick groaned.

"Okay, that’s true, but it doesn’t count!"

"Doesn’t count?" Y/N repeated, feigning offense. "I think you’ll find that the fact I actually know rock makes me the winner by default." She turned to Chris. "Tell me. Have 'yall even listened to ‘Highway to Hell’ all the way through?"

Chris hesitated, playing with his earphones.

"Uh... I mean." He looked at Nick. "Probably?"

Y/N laughed, shaking her head.

"Thought so." She crossed her arms. "So, I don’t need a skull belt, all-black everything, or death on my chest. I’ve got the actual music taste. Rock is in my veins, boys."

Nick groaned dramatically, throwing his head back.

"She wins. I hate it, but she wins."

"Alright, fine." Chris muttered. "But we still look better."

"Not a chance." Y/N teased, spinning in place again and winking at the camera. "This outfit screams rock goddess."

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The boys were now proudly sporting their "Zoom Meeting" outfits. Chris held up his MacBook, Matt adjusted his glasses with a goofy smile, and Nick tugged at his black tie, looking down at his bright heart-shaped boxer shorts with fake professionalism.

"Alright." Chris started, addressing the imaginary Zoom meeting in front of him. "Gentlemen, let’s get to business. As you can see, we’re all clearly dressed to impress."

"Except for Nick." Matt teased, nodding toward his brother's boxer shorts. "The hearts? A little too much, don’t you think?"

Nick scoffed, feigning offense.

"Excuse me, at least I have this tie that says I’m both professional and emotionally available. A winning combo."

Matt rolled his eyes and gestured to his own look.

"Meanwhile, I’ve got balance. Business on top, relaxation on the bottom."

"That’s literally the whole theme." Chris pointed out with a smirk. "You’re not special, Matt."

Y/N watched from her spot leaning against Matt's bathroom door, her legs crossed as she sipped from her mug of coffee that she made while waiting for them to get ready. She was dressed comfortably yet stylishly, rocking an oversized beige knit sweater that draped perfectly off one shoulder, paired with black leggings and fluffy white socks. Her hair was tied up in a loose bun, with a few strands framing her face. Despite the boys' chaotic energy, she was nailing the whole "effortlessly cool" vibe.

"Y/N, you’re way too cozy for a Zoom meeting." Chris said, pointing at her as he adjusted his loose white shirt.

"Well." Y/N said with a playful grin. "Unlike you guys, I know how to mix comfy with class. You all just look ridiculous."

Nick gasped, dramatically clutching the box in his hands.

"Ridiculous? Ridiculous?! Look at this tie! I’m the epitome of professionalism!"

Chris leaned toward Y/N, pointing at Matt.

"What about him? He’s literally in boxer shorts."

Y/N rolled her eyes, sipping from her mug to hide her smile.

"You're all wearing it, dumbass." Her eyes lingered on Matt's red boxer shorts for a moment too long. "It’s really interesting that someone would think boxer shorts are appropriate for a Zoom meeting, actually."

Matt smirked, striking a random pose.

"Are you jealous?"

"No?" She said quickly, shaking her head. "I mean, it’s not like anyone else on the Zoom would see them, right?"

The other two brothers caught on instantly, grinning like Cheshire cats.

"Y/N." Nick teased. "Are you saying you wouldn’t let your Zoom co-workers see your boxers?"

"Nick!" She exclaimed, throwing an exasperated look at him. "That’s not the point!"

Chris chimed in, laughing.

"Yeah, Matt. She’s definitely jealous. She wishes she could wear boxers to a meeting."

"I do not!" Y/N huffed, crossing her arms, though a smile tugged at her lips. "I just... don’t understand why he’d even bother wearing the shirt if he’s just going to go full casual anyway."

"It’s called commitment to the aesthetic." Matt said, walking over to her and placing a hand on her shoulder, discretely squeezing the exposed skin. "Something you clearly wouldn’t understand."

"Oh, I understand commitment." Y/N shot back with a smirk, meeting his eyes momentarily. "But let’s be honest, none of you are winning any awards for those outfits."

"Excuse me?" Nick said, pretending to be outraged. "I’m clearly the winner here."

"Winner?" Chris scoffed. "You’re wearing socks pulled up to your knees, bro. That’s not even close to a win."

Y/N chuckled as she watched them descend into a full argument over who had the best Zoom look, but she couldn’t stop her gaze from flickering back to Matt’s outfit. Something about the casual confidence he exuded - boxers and glasses - had her feeling just a little possessive and turned on.

"Alright." She announced, clapping her hands to get their attention. "If you’re all done arguing, let’s see who can really sell their look with a runway walk."

The boys' faces lit up, and they quickly got into character.

Nick was up first, confidently sliding across the wooden floor in his socks, arms spread wide like a figure skater. As he came to a stop, he reached for his boxer shorts and dramatically lowered them until they hit the ground, shouting a little "Oh!".

Matt immediately yelped.

"Nick!" He yelled before lunging forward to cover Y/N's eyes with both hands.

"Matt! What are you doing?!" Y/N laughed, trying to swat his hands away while Chris doubled over in hysterics.

"Protecting your innocence!" Matt declared, keeping his hands firmly over her face.

Nick, unfazed, quickly pulled his boxers back up and began walking toward the camera with exaggerated confidence, tugging at his tie and making ridiculous faces as though he were a real model.

"You’re unbelievable!" Chris murmured through his laughter, wiping a tear from his eye.

"Well, we've got 2 strippers now-"

"Y/N!"

Nick turned dramatically to face her and winked.

"You’re welcome for the show."

Next, it was Matt’s turn. He walked to the middle of the floor, cracking his knuckles with a sly grin before suddenly dropping to his hands and knees.

"Uh, Matt?" Y/N asked, raising an eyebrow.

"What...?" Nick added, genuinely confused.

Then, without warning, Matt lifted his left leg to the side like a dog at a fire hydrant.

The realization hit everyone at once, recognizing the movement from one of the rounds of DTI that Matt and Chris played, and the room erupted into cheers and laughter.

"That was perfect!" Chris shouted, clapping his hands.

Matt stood up, brushing imaginary dirt off his shirt with a smirk, and walked toward the camera with crossed arms, striking a serious pose like a model in a high-fashion commercial.

"Okay, that was actually cool." Y/N admitted, giggling as he walked back to join them.

When it was Chris’s turn, he shook his head with a grin.

"I’m sitting this one out." He said.

"What? Why?" Nick asked, incredulous.

Chris shrugged.

"I’m already the main event. I’ll let Y/N steal the spotlight this time."

Y/N’s eyebrows shot up.

"Oh, so now I have to go?"

"You got this!" Matt encouraged, nudging her toward the runway.

"Fine." She said, standing up and straightening her oversized sweater dramatically.

Y/N walked off the camera and took the book she'd been reading the past few days from the coffee table, walking back to the frame before delicately putting it on her head like a balancing act. She strutted confidently toward the camera, balancing it all the way, then stopped to pull out her mug, striking a victorious pose before taking a slow, exaggerated sip. The boys erupted in applause.

"You can call me Barbie now." She started, turning to the boys while opening a wide smile before pretending that her hand was a microphone. "On top of the world where I can see everything before me reaching up to touch the sky-"

"Okay, singer girl, pipe down a bit." Nick raised his right hand, exchanging perplexed looks with Chris, who was laughing.

"Okay, she wins." The youngest admitted, shrugging in defeat.

"Unreal." Matt said, looking at her with obvious pride. "You’re way too good at this, Y/N."

"Okay, okay, she wins. No one can top that." Nick nodded at Y/N. "But I think Chris gets second place in this one."

"No, I give you number one." Chris insisted, pointing to Nick while Matt just observed.

"I can't accept that. I'm just happy Matt's wearing his blue light glasses again." Nick's voice turned dramatically high-pitched, clearly imitating the fandom.

Before anyone could react to him, Matt ripped his glasses off of his face, bending it backward until it snapped, small pieces flying everywhere.

"Matt, why would you do that?" Y/N yelled, looking at him with wide eyes and open mouth - just like the other two - before pouting, looking miserably at the shattered pieces. "I liked that one."

"I don't like those stupid jokes." Matt simply replied, looking unfazed at his brothers and Y/N.

Nick and Chris kept looking from Matt to the camera and back, their expressions full of shock.

"You're going to buy another one just like that one, I don't even care." Y/N ordered, crossing her arms and looking directly at Matt, raising her eyebrows as if to say 'dare disobey me.

"Fine." He sighed. "Sorry."

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Extra - comments:

"okay but can we talk about matt literally saying ‘I’m off limits’? someone tell me what’s going on here 🤡"

"nick casually calling out matt girls for voting on matt only bc they want to sleep with him had me SCREAMING 😭"

"why was Y/N blushing when matt said he was off limits? I SEE YOU, GIRL!!!!"

"the dynamic between Y/N and matt is giving major dating vibes"

"wait, why does matt always seem to hype Y/N up just a little more than chris and nick? like, we get it, dude. she’s awesome. but tone it down, or we’ll all start connecting dots 🤨"

"as a fellow rock fan, I have to say Y/N listening to AC/DC and bon jovi automatically makes her my fave"

"not Y/N convincing matt with zero effort to do the rockstar trend with her 🤧"

"I’m not saying I ship Y/N and matt... but I also kind of ship Y/N and matt. the way he looked at her with that dress??? man, I know that look"

"matt breaking his glasses and then Y/N ordering him to buy another one and him ACCEPTING IT???? and saying sorry???? omg that's just girl boss right there 🙏🏻"

[jjkfanatik]

Pablo Martin Páez Gavira x Reader

Summary: You find out that the guy you have been going out with has been lying about who he really is. How did you guys even meet, what were his reasons and thoughts and will your relationship remain?

Warnings: grammar issues, brief and light mention of drinking, other than that it’s pretty fluffy.

A/n: Hello Ladies! This is the first time i ever wrote something with the intention to post it. Feel free to give me some tips on how to better my writing, as long as you are kind. Keep in mind that english is not my first language. I hope you guys enjoy this. 🤗

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He knew he shouldn’t have lied about who he really is, but that one little lie came out of him before he could even think about it and now what is he supposed to do! Should he just run away and tell you the truth after those two weeks of such nice dates he is almost convinced that he wants to spend the rest of his life with you.

Run away and block you as soon as he gets home, yeah thats whats going on inside his head standing still and silently in front of you.

Does he even want to leave you? No, of course not. He wants to get to know you even better and continue all those dates and show you what you really mean to him.

can you really blame him tho? football players often don’t have the best reputation, pablo would never want you to think of him as arrogant or a player, or -even worse- an arrogant player. But you found out and now he needs to fix it bevor he never gets the chance to talk to you again.

“Um… your name is pablo right? Not actually Martin…”You asked, again seeing as he stood there not even blinking an eye, after you just asked him the first time, standing infront of your dorm room door.

keeping a soft voice and trying not to look too angry while asking the question that has been on your mind ever since he picked you up to take a walk and later on eat a sweet treat. Understandably you were angry, after finding out about his, real identity you could say, you have been nothing but thinking about why he would hide it.

Many emotions swirled through your body. Anger, disappointment and sadness. Feeling stupid for not having known him and needing your friend to look at you like you have grown to heads when you told her about this Martin guy and later showing her a picture of him “well thats pablo gavi” she told you. Thinking so much about it had you starting to form some self doubt, quickly shoving those thoughts away before they got to serious. Getting the idea that he may had gotten a wrong impression on you when you first meet him, causing him to lie but why would he then ask for your number and later on take you on really amazing dates where he had been nothing but a total sweetheart, nothing made sense anymore.

Bringing you flowers which seem like so much thought had been put into picking each and every single flower in there, holding every door open for you and making sure that you were nothing but comfortable and content during each and every second of the day. You guys had meet due to a really good Friend you had made during your first week here at university, Sira Martínez is her name. Having moved from a foreign country to peruse your dream, i had not been easy to make many -really any- friends since every student has their friendgroup and being pretty hostile when someone tried to come to close for their liking. When you had meet her in the community bathroom crying about her boyfriend beeing injured and not knowing how to help you could just not leave her there. Sitting there for more than two hours and talking about various things, both of you knew that a new bond was just formed.

After your first exam Sira had been trying to talk you to come clubbing with her, adding that you should “loosen up or else you wont find a boyfriend ever” and after hours of her sticking to your side like gum and telling you how both of you could even go into the vip section of that club because her boyfriend is known by the locals and many more, you agreed just so she would give you some peace.

Thats how you found yourself in a way to fancy club in the even fancier vip lounge all alone sipping on some cold beverage thats to expensive for its bad taste. Your gaze is set on Sira and her man laughing und danzing like there is no tomorrow. Your eyes sometimes shift to this one guy standing there with his friends conversing. Something about him just seems to draw your attention on him. Maybe its the way the purple light shines on his face, even a couple of meters away you can tell hes got those birthmarks on his really, really handsome face.

A scream shifts your attention to the other side of the club. Just some girl having had to much to drink. You want to turn around again and get back to observing that guy. But hes sitting right beside you. Jumping a little you look at your hands on the table holding an overpriced and not so good tasting beverage. Thank god its on the house -again Siras boyfriend- your bracing yourself because your sure your about to get told off for looking like some creep. But that never came instead; “I like your dress.”

And thats how you hit it of talking about how the club does not suite both of y’all’s taste and you would have much rather been invited to a more closed of, private and chill get together.

Never would you have expected him to lie about who he really is.

“I didnt want you making assumptions about me im not a bad person just bc i play football, im a nice guy you know that. I just thought that you would rather give me a chance being just me.” His eyes never meeting yours

“Your cute and kind Pablo, i like that about you and your fist name is nice, it fits you better”

Inching closer together and standing a bit on your tippie toes to fully reach his face

Pablos and your lips met in a soft and short kiss which had soon been intensified by Pablo’s hands that pulled you two closer together. His fingers caressed your cheeks. Even after parting from your lips they stayed right there providing you warmth and comfort You both stood there for a couple of seconds just smiling at each other, like some silly in love teens, which to be honest you guys kinda really are.

As you both then backed up a little bit. You wanted to make sure that nothing about your relationship -if you could call it that- had changed. “ so will you pick me up tomorrow? we should go on a date you as pablo and me as me.” I see his eyes get a bit wide wondering if he really thought that I would be so mad at him to not want to see him again my heart breaks a little thinking of that.

My stream of thoughts soon gets interrupted as he answers me. “Yeah! Definitely i will come straight after practice, don’t worry really!” His answer is a bit rushed. He seems excited. At least i hope he is. “Just make sure to not come smelly” we both laugh at that slowly inching more and more away even tho both of us would have loved some more time together. Having reached the door and getting my keys out i open the door, turning to him one last time debating if I should blow him a kiss or not but deciding against it, that can wait for after our date tomorrow.

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Alter Just found this after like 6 months 💀

[its-not-that-weird-blog]

On the wrong foot

Matt Rempe x Reader

Summary: Maybe starting off on the wrong foot wasn't as bad as everyone thought…

Warnings: A little angsty but nothing to bad, enemies to lovers.

A/N: Due to the lack of Matt Rempe´s fics, here you have one, hope you guys like it. Sorry for any grammar mistakes, english is not my first language :) Let me know what you thought about this little fic

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Being an intern for the New York Rangers has its ups and downs. Some positive aspects are that you get to do what you like (having fun on social media and forcing the players to make TikToks) and having free access to all the games in the season. All of that makes you grateful for this amazing opportunity, but there is one thing that makes this job unbearable..

And that is Matt Rempe, a cocky, 6'7" rookie who acts like he has the entire world in the palm of his hand. His arrogance and overconfidence make every interaction with him a challenge. He struts around the locker room, flaunting his height and abilities, often disregarding the efforts of those around him. His constant need for attention and validation only adds to the frustration, making what could be an amazing experience a bit of a nightmare.

Y/N and Matt started off on the wrong foot, meeting under the worst possible circumstances. It was the worst day of Y/N´s entire life. She had woken up late, throwing off her entire morning routine, and had to rush out the door without even grabbing a quick breakfast. Her day only got worse as she hurried to catch the train, only to miss it by mere seconds. By the time Y/N finally made it to the rink, she was frazzled, starving, and running on empty. That’s when she ran into Matt Rempe for the first time. Their initial encounter was less than pleasant, setting the tone for our strained relationship from the very start.

“You know this is a private practice, right?” Matt asked the poor frazzled girl.

“Yes, I am very aware of that,” she answered, chuckling. “You must be Matt, right? The new rookie?” Y/N asked, looking up at the lanky, very tall boy standing in front of her.

“Yeah, I mean, hard for you not to know, I guess... And you are?” Matt trailed off.

Y/N was taken aback, mainly because the team directors always made sure to let the new guys know who worked in what, especially in the media and marketing department.

“Oh, umm… I’m Y/N, one of the media interns,” she replied with a tight-lipped smile.

Matt raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed. “Media intern, huh? So, what do you do? Take pictures and post tweets?”

“Actually, I manage the team's social media accounts, coordinate player interviews, and create content for our marketing campaigns,” Y/N replied, trying to keep her voice steady despite her irritation. “It’s a lot of work and responsibility.”

“Right, sure,” Matt said dismissively. “Well, try not to get in the way.”

Y/N felt a surge of frustration but forced herself to stay calm. “I’ll do my best,” she said, her tone tinged with sarcasm. “And maybe you can try to remember who’s on your team next time.”

Matt smirked. “We’ll see about that.”

As he walked away, Y/N couldn’t help but feel a mixture of anger and determination. She knew she had to prove herself, not just to Matt, but to everyone. This internship was too important to let one arrogant rookie ruin it for her.

She brushed it off, but it still annoyed her the audacity of that boy.

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A few weeks had passed since their first encounter and it has been a constant fight between Y/N and Matt, mainly because of Matt’s attitude towards her. December rolled around and the team´s marketing director told the staff that they needed to do a promotional photoshoot to use during summer break.

It was a chilly Tuesday morning, and the team was gathered for the photoshoot at an outdoor rink. The bright sunlight reflected off the ice, creating a beautiful backdrop for the shoot. Y/N had been working tirelessly to ensure everything was set up perfectly: the lighting, the props, and the shoot schedule. 

Matt Rempe, on the other hand, seemed determined to test Y/N’s patience today. As the players gathered for their turn in front of the camera, Y/N called Matt over for his individual shots.

“Alright, Matt, let’s get started,” Y/N said, holding up a clipboard and checking the list. “We need you to do a few action poses first, then we’ll get some close-ups.”

Matt strolled over with a cocky and sarcastic grin. “Sure thing, but can I ask, why do we have to do this out in the freezing cold? Couldn’t you find a warmer spot?” Making his grin disappear and tuning his face into an annoyed frown

Y/N kept her professional demeanor. “It’s about the look we’re going for. The outdoor rink adds a unique touch to the photos. Plus, it’s only for a short while.”

Matt sighed heavily but positioned himself on the ice. As Y/N instructed him to perform a few drills and poses, Matt’s resistance became evident. He was slow to follow instructions, often taking a few extra seconds to reposition himself, and his expressions were lackluster at best.

Y/N tried to stay patient as she gave him clear directions. “Matt, please try to focus on the details of the poses. We need these shots to look sharp and engaging.”

Matt responded with a distracted nod but continued to make minimal effort. When Y/N asked him to adjust his stance, he grumbled, “I’m doing my best here, but this isn’t exactly my favorite way to spend an afternoon.”

Y/N took a deep breath, keeping her frustration in check. “Matt, I understand it’s not the most exciting part of the job, but it’s important for the team’s image. We need to get this right.”

Matt didn’t seem to take her seriously. He continued to make things difficult for everyone, giving half-hearted poses, shooting dirty looks at the camera, and maintaining his scowl. The photographer was visibly annoyed, and Y/N could feel the tension rising.

“Matt, if you can’t cooperate, we’re going to have to reschedule,” Y/N said, her voice firm.

Matt stopped his antics and looked at Y/N, realizing she was serious. “Alright, alright. I’ll play along. But can we make this quick? I’m freezing out here.”

With a reluctant nod, Y/N directed Matt through the remaining poses, this time with a bit more cooperation. Though his attitude was far from perfect, he made an effort to follow directions and get the shots done. Y/N was relieved to finish the session and hoped that Matt’s cooperation would improve with time.

Matt’s POV:

A few days after my awkward encounter with Y/N at the photoshoot, I was at the rink, trying to shake off the frustration of another rough practice. As I was heading to the locker room, Trouba stopped me in the hallway, looking a bit more serious than usual.

“Dude, you should leave poor Y/N alone,” he said, shaking his head. “You’re driving her crazy, and not in the right way.”

I raised an eyebrow, confused. “What are you talking about? I haven’t done anything that bad.”

“Really?” Jacob replied, his tone indicating he was unimpressed. “I’ve seen you giving her a hard time. She’s not just some intern; she’s part of the team’s media and marketing department. You’re making it difficult for her to do her job.”

I shrugged, trying to downplay it. “I didn’t realize it was such a big deal. I thought I was just being straightforward.”

“It’s not about being straightforward,” Jacob explained. “It’s about showing some respect. She’s working hard behind the scenes, and she’s under enough pressure already. You don’t want to be the guy who makes things worse for her.”

I sighed, realizing he had a point. I hadn’t thought about how my behavior might be affecting Y/N. “Alright, I get it. I’ll try to be more considerate.”

Trouba nodded, seeming satisfied. “Good. Trust me, it’ll make things easier in the long run.” He started walking back toward the locker room but stopped and turned around to face me again. “And if you have a crush on her, that second-grade bullshit needs to stop.” He winked at me before finally leaving.

As Trouba walked away, I couldn’t shake the feeling that I needed to make things right with Y/N. It was clear that my attitude needed to change, and I had to start finding a way to work with her, not against her.

And maybe Jacob’s right; I might have a little—just the tiniest—crush on Y/N. She’s a gorgeous, smart, and driven girl, and because of my little game, she probably won’t give me the time of day. But first things first, I need to turn around the relationship we currently have, or rather, the lack thereof.

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The next day, Matt found himself lingering outside the media office, trying to figure out how to approach Y/N. Apologizing wasn't something he was used to, especially when he wasn’t sure how she’d react. But he knew he had to start somewhere.

Y/N was at her desk, headphones on, focused on editing a video from the previous game. She hadn’t noticed Matt standing in the doorway until he cleared his throat, causing her to look up in surprise.

“Oh, hey,” Y/N said, pulling off her headphones and sitting up straighter. “What’s up?”

Matt rubbed the back of his neck, feeling a bit awkward. “Hey, I just wanted to talk to you about the other day. You know, at the photoshoot.”

Y/N raised an eyebrow, clearly curious where this was going. “Okay…”

“I realize I’ve been a bit of a jerk,” Matt admitted, his voice slightly strained. “I didn’t mean to make things harder for you, and I’m sorry for being difficult.”

Y/N blinked, taken aback by his sudden apology. It was the last thing she expected from him. “Well, that’s… unexpected,” she said, not quite sure how to respond. “But I appreciate it.”

Matt nodded, feeling a small weight lift off his shoulders. “I know I’ve been giving you a hard time, but I want to make it up to you. Maybe we can start over?”

Y/N studied him for a moment, searching for any signs of insincerity. To her surprise, Matt seemed genuinely contrite. “Alright,” she said finally, offering a small smile. “I’m willing to give it a shot.”

Relief washed over Matt, and he smiled back. “Great. Maybe I can help out with some of the social media stuff, or anything else you need?”

Y/N chuckled, the idea of Matt willingly helping with TikToks and Instagram posts was amusing. “We’ll see about that,” she said teasingly. “But I’ll definitely let you know if there’s anything you can do.”

Matt grinned, feeling a strange sense of satisfaction. “Deal.”

As he left the office, Matt couldn’t help but feel a bit more relieved. Maybe he’d been too quick to judge Y/N, and maybe, just maybe, there was a chance to turn things around.

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Over the next few weeks, Matt made a conscious effort to be more cooperative and approachable, especially when it came to Y/N’s work. It wasn’t always easy—old habits die hard—but he was determined to keep his word. Slowly but surely, the tension between them started to ease.

Y/N, for her part, noticed the change in Matt’s behavior. He was still cocky and sarcastic, but there was a noticeable shift in his attitude. He wasn’t as dismissive or difficult as before, and he even started to show some interest in the work she was doing. It was a refreshing change, and it made her job a little less stressful.

One day, as they were wrapping up a content planning meeting, Y/N decided to take a chance. “You know, Matt, we’re shooting a new series of TikToks next week,” she said casually. “We could use a player who’s good on camera… Interested?”

Matt smirked, recognizing the playful challenge in her voice. “Oh, so now you need my help?”

Y/N rolled her eyes but smiled. “Only if you’re up for it.”

Matt pretended to think it over, then nodded. “Alright, I’m in. But only if you promise to make me look good.”

Y/N laughed. “Deal. But you’ll have to take direction without any complaints this time.”

“Fine,” Matt agreed, holding out his hand. “Shake on it?”

Y/N shook his hand, feeling a sense of accomplishment. It was a small victory, but it felt like a step in the right direction. Maybe, just maybe, this internship wouldn’t be so unbearable after all.

And as for Matt? Well, he found himself looking forward to working with Y/N a lot more than he’d expected.

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As the weeks passed, the collaboration between Y/N and Matt grew smoother, and so did their relationship. They began to banter more playfully, their exchanges losing the tension they once had. Y/N started to see a different side of Matt, the side that wasn’t all arrogance and bravado, but someone who was actually fun to be around. 

Matt, too, couldn’t help but notice how much he enjoyed spending time with Y/N. Her sharpness, her determination, and the way she handled everything with grace under pressure all intrigued him. The more he got to know her, the more he found himself wanting to be around her.

One evening, after a long day of content creation and practice, Y/N was finishing up some last-minute edits in the media room. The office was quiet, with most of the staff having gone home. She was so engrossed in her work that she didn’t notice Matt walk in.

“Hey,” Matt’s voice broke the silence, startling Y/N slightly.

“Oh, fuck!” Y/N yelped, “ Matt, you scared me!” she exclaimed, laughing as she turned to face him. “What are you doing here so late?”

Matt leaned against the doorframe, a small smile playing on his lips. “I was just wondering if you wanted to grab a bite to eat. It’s been a long day, and I figured you could use a break.”

Y/N blinked in surprise. This was the first time Matt had ever suggested something like this. “Are you asking me out on a dinner date?” she teased, raising an eyebrow.

Matt chuckled, his expression softening. “Yeah, I guess I am. What do you say?”

Y/N hesitated for a moment, then smiled warmly. “Sure, I’d like that.”

They ended up at a cozy little diner not too far from the arena, the kind of place that felt welcoming and unpretentious. As they settled into a booth, the conversation flowed easily. They talked about everything, from their families and childhood memories to their hopes and dreams for the future.

For the first time, Y/N saw the genuine person behind the cocky exterior. Matt was funny, thoughtful, and surprisingly down-to-earth. The more they talked, the more she found herself drawn to him. 

And Matt? He couldn’t stop thinking about how beautiful Y/N looked when she laughed, or how her eyes lit up when she talked about something she was passionate about. He realized that this wasn’t just a crush anymore, he was falling for her, and hard.

As they walked out of the diner, the night air cool and crisp, Matt felt a wave of nervous anticipation. He knew he didn’t want this night to end just yet.

“Y/N,” Matt began, stopping in front of her. “I know we didn’t exactly start off on the right foot, but… I really like you. And I want to see where this could go.”

Y/N looked up at him, her heart skipping a beat. She could see the sincerity in his eyes, and it made her heart swell. “Matt, I like you too,” she admitted, a soft smile spreading across her face. “I wasn’t sure at first, but… you’ve shown me that there’s more to you than I thought.”

Matt took a step closer, his hand reaching out to gently tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. “So… what now?” he asked, his voice low and hopeful.

Y/N’s smile widened as she closed the distance between them. “Now,” she said softly, “we see where this goes.”

With that, Matt leaned in, his lips brushing against hers in a tender, sweet kiss. It was soft at first, almost hesitant, as if both of them were testing the waters. But as Y/N responded, the kiss deepened, filled with a warmth and affection that had been building between them for weeks.

When they finally pulled apart, both of them were breathless, but smiling. Matt rested his forehead against hers, his arms wrapped around her waist.

“I’m really glad you didn’t let me mess this up,” Matt whispered, his voice filled with emotion.

“Me too,” Y/N replied, her eyes shining with happiness. “I think we make a pretty good team, don’t you?”

Matt grinned, leaning in to kiss her again. “Yeah, we really do.”

As they stood there, wrapped in each other’s arms under the soft glow of the streetlights, it was clear that this was the beginning of something special—something neither of them had expected, but both of them were more than ready to embrace.

[currently-reading-a-book]

A Tale of Two Minds

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Summary: The seemingly shy Dr. Spencer Reid is interrupting you at the library, but don't let his quiet demeanor fool you...

Genre: smut

Warning: crime scenes; talking about murder, heated kiss, made up facts (let me know if I forgot something)

Word 1118 Count: words

A/N: As always, any criticism is very welcome. Sorry for any spelling or grammar mistakes. English is not my first language. Not proofread.

Anyway, enjoy :)

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The building was huge. The dull grey walls ran through the whole building, seeming to never stop. You could easily get lost in one of the many departments of the FBI. An outsider would declare this building old and labyrinthine. However, for you, it was home or the closest place to one. Of course, you only have limited access as you’re just a trainee. You could only get inside the school side of the building, but you only needed the library to feel safe. Every possible minute of your free time you spend there. Being surrounded by piles of thick complicated books, trying to study every field of knowledge that exists. 

The sternmost part of the library was your favorite. Nobody was there and you could enjoy your peaceful solitude. This was also the part where unsolved closed cases were located. Reading through them, trying to find a repeating pattern, and making an accurate profile. Hoping the police can then find a suspect that fits the criteria. With this method, you have quite a success and solved relatively a lot of cases. That is actually how you got into the special program of the FBI. It all started when you were solving a case of strange murders your local police couldn’t solve. It turned out the priest took justice a bit too personally. You analyzed the victimology of the murders and started to make a profile. The police just needed forensic evidence, which luckily was found quickly. 

As you were nearly done with your profile on a murder case, in deep focus, someone disturbed your beloved peace. 

“You know sitting on the ground could raise your potential of getting sick by over 18%.” A shy voice stated.

Letting out a breath, you snapped your head around just to see a guy with long blond curly hair. You lowered your glance a bit and saw his ID Card. Your eyes shot open. You're on your feet within a few seconds. “This can’t be true, can it?” you thought.

“You’re Dr. Spencer Reid!”, you said, a bit too enthusiastic.

He backed up a bit, startled by your elation. He hesitantly nods his head. Of course, you heard of him, like everybody did. Maybe you liked him a bit too much, like not everybody did. 

He worked at the Behavioral Analysis Unit (BAU) of the FBI and was also a professor at the academy. One of his most impressive traits was undoubtedly his intelligence. It was hard not to be impressed by the breadth and depth of his knowledge, which set him apart from others. You would often hear amazing stories about how his mind solved cases. He was incredibly skilled at what he did and a huge role model for many, also for you. Working with him was always a dream for many and again of course you dream about it too, maybe even more than others. “Suddenly, you remember your position. You’re a forensics student and he was an agent, even a doctor to begin with. Another point would be that you had a crush and didn’t want to scare him away.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I was too excited,” you slowly admitted, locking down.

Embarrassment was written across your chubby face. He took a step closer, gaining confidence. He smelled incredible, masculine yet fresh and pine. Just like you imagined.

“I see you’re trying to solve the “Lucifer Case” and have you gotten any further with it?”, he asked, trying to break the awkwardness.

You look into his eyes, trying to read him. Confused why he would show any interest in you, you try to find out any motive by analyzing his body language, but you can’t find anything too convincing. A moment later he was standing beside you, looking through the files spread around you on the floor.

“I was just about to finish my profile before you interrupted, Doctor Reid”, you told him quietly. Your shyness got the best of you. 

“Oh, please call me Spencer, Y/N”, he responded promptly, “and I apologize for interrupting you.”

Your cheeks heated up. Looking at him shocked, he looked back smiling. Too astounded to notice that he had called you by your name, which you hadn’t told him yet. 

“Wait, how do you know my name?”, she questioned him embarrassingly late.

His smile got bigger. Even though he was close before, he reduced their distance some more. Now your back was pressing against the bookshelf, unable to escape his intense gaze. 

“Your reputation precedes you, Miss Y/L/N.” he hushed seductively. 

You swallowed hard, staying quiet. “What could this mean?”, you thought to yourself. Everybody in the study facility always said Spencer Reid was a shy nerd, but now you’re standing in the library with him towering over you.

“I was very impressed by your profile of the Cryptic Puzzle Killings,” he whispered into your ear, “it was a genius profile.” His voice was sending shivers down your spine.

“Doctor Reid,” you stuttered, but then interrupted you.

“it’s Spencer, remember?” You couldn’t think straight anymore. “I was holding back too long, I couldn’t resist any longer Y/N, please forgive me for my bad-mannered roughness,” he muttered as his lip brushed faintly over your neck. This was the moment your breath stopped. Am I dreaming? 

“Tell me if you want to stop,” he muttered as he placed sloppy kisses around my neck.

“No, don’t stop.” That was the only thing you could say; his hands feeling too good on you. How he griped your hips pressing your hips more into his clothed erection. Feeling his touch like hot burns all over your body.

“I needed to use this opportunity,” he breathed .

As you wanted to reply to his confession, all of a sudden, another voice was calling for Spencer.  Your cheeks flushed even more at the thought of getting caught with Spencer at this situation.

“Spencer, I said I would talk to her!” A stern voice was speaking with such authority. 

Spencer quickly stepped back, taking all his warmth with him. You were looking around, overwhelmed with the situation, trying to figure out what was happening. Still feeling hot after your heated situation with Dr. Reid. Spencer was now around two meters apart from you, smiling at you shyly. His duality will kill you someday. 

“Hotch I am here,” he quickly yelled back.

Whispering a quick apology to you before the tall black-haired guy showed up before us. His firm eyes looked into yours. He was standing in front of you with a straight face. Frankly, he seemed like a strict guy who didn’t understand any jokes. You’re starting to get the feeling that you did something bad. Your mouth got dry.

“Are you Y/N/Y/L/N?” the man asked you.

You nodded your head skeptically. Unsure of what consequences it might bring.

“I am Aaron Hotch, Supervisory Special Agent and Unit Chief of the BAU,” he continued, “And I am asking you Y/N to join the team of the BAU.”

Your head began to spin. 

[caniibeyourfavorite]

bad decisions part 2 || Rafe Cameron x Female!Reader

Summary: the beginning of yours and Rafe’s relationship (this takes place during the time where Sarah and John B aren’t dating). You and Rafe start dating, eventually leading to your first time

warnings: 18+, smut, slight angst, some curse words, mentions of drinking, just fanfiction, minors do not interact

author’s note: English is my second language (and I wrote this in the middle of the night) so please ignore any spelling/grammar mistakes

“Where do you think you’re going?” John B asked you. Your older brother had always been so over protective.

“I’m going out,” you shrugged casually, trying to walk past John B and leave the house.

“Where are you going?” John B asked, stopping you again.

“Bye!” You called out to him as you walked out the door and waving, ignoring his question.

You were going over to the kook’s part of the island, and the reason you didn’t tell your brother that is because the car in front of your house belonged to Rafe Cameron. He was waiting there for you in his car, grinning when he saw you walk up to him. He got out of the car to open up the passenger seat door for you.

“Thanks,” you smiled at him, a bit surprised at how polite he was being. “You’re welcome, princess,” Rafe replied, letting you get into the seat before closing the door for you, and the nickname made you roll your eyes.

You two went out to one of the restaurants in town that belonged to one of the richest kooks in town. You had never been there before, you didn’t even know the name of the restaurant. As a pogue and a Routledge, you were always intimated by these sorts of places. It wasn’t too fancy, considering it was still the outer banks, but there was still no way you could afford anything there.

“Rafe…” you trailed off, a bit nervous as you whispered to him, “I don’t have enough money to even afford the fries here…”

“Relax, I brought you here, of course I’m paying for our date,” Rafe said as if it was obvious, but also like he really didn’t like making you worry. Trying to read Rafe Cameron was way more difficult than you could have ever imagined.

You two spent the rest of the afternoon together, talking. It was surprising, actually. You would have never thought that a kook and a pogue like yourself would have anything in common that you could talk about for an hour. You talked about everything you two could think of. He asked you about your hobbies, so you told him about how you loved surfing, making jewelry, and saving turtles with Kiara. You didn’t know what to expect from the date, but it was actually amazing.

Afterwards he drove you home and asked you if you wanted to come to a party with him on Friday in a few weeks. You knew it would be a kook party, what other party would Rafe Cameron go to? And as much as you didn’t want to be in a house full of arrogant kooks, you were seriously starting to like Rafe.

You two spent every day before the party going on dates, and every day he surprised you with how nice and charming he actually was. During those days, your brother, John B, still disapproved of you hanging out with kooks, and then livid when he found out you were dating Rafe. But you really didn’t care what John B thought.

When you and Rafe entered the house, the first thing that you noticed was the cacophony of music and voices and random kooks breaking expensive things. You also noticed all the different types of alcohol that this house had, and how the kook teens wasted all of it so carelessly. The air was thick with a mix of sweat, expensive perfume, and the scent of alcohol. You weaved through the groups of teens, following Rafe to wherever he was leading you.

He introduced you to his friends Topper and Kelce, and then his sister Sarah. They all joked about what you were doing with Rafe, Sarah even said you could do better before walking off to some other group with Topper. All their comments made Rafe tense up. But those were better than all of the stares and whispers from everyone else, all directed at you. Kooks wondering who invited the pogue into the party, how you got to date Rafe Cameron, and why you thought you were welcome there. Any time Rafe would hear someone make a comment about you, his grip on your hand got tighter, more protective.

People, who Rafe knew, would come up to you two and ask him things like, “where’d you even find this girl?” They would laugh, and some pretended like they were only kidding, but you knew they weren’t. You knew you didn’t belong at this party, that you didn’t belong with any of these kooks. And you didn’t want to belong with any of them anyway, so why did their words still affect you?

Maybe part of you was hoping you and Rafe would make a good couple, maybe you could actually work. You knew it was a stupid idea, a look and a pogue.

Eventually, you couldn’t take it anymore, and so you began to walk away from Rafe, brushing past the crowd of people distracting him. But of course he noticed you leaving. You struggled to get past everyone and were just about to walk out the door.

“Where are you going?” And of course you recognized his voice. Rafe was standing there in front of you when you turned around.

“I’m leaving,” you said simply, but his hold on your wrist prevented you from turning around and heading out the door.

“I can see that, so why? Where you going?” Rafe asked, and for a moment there you could’ve sworn he sounded disappointed.

“Home,” you answered, and the look on Rafe’s face almost made you feel bad. He let go of his grip on your arm.

“Why?” Rafe asked, visibly confused.

“I just don’t think I should stay,” you said quietly, avoiding eye contact with him, “it’s not like anyone really wants me here anyway…”

“I want you here,” Rafe said, scoffing as if you were being ridiculous.

You didn’t say anything so he continued talking, “don’t tell me it’s about that shit those drunk idiots said.”

“Well… they’re not wrong…” you trailed off, still not looking Rafe in the eye.

Rafe gently grabbed hold of your chin, lifting you head up so you’d look him in the eye, and told you, “yeah, they are.”

You rolled your eyes at Rafe, not really believing him, so he kissed you. Since you guys started dating, you’ve kissed before, but this kiss was different. He leaned down so he could be closer to you, and the kiss was so passionate you almost forgot about everything and everyone in the world. You forgot about the stares, the comments, the mean jokes, the kooks, and the pogues. In that moment, it was just you and Rafe. Once you finally pulled away from the kiss, you were slightly out of breath and Rafe was smirking at you.

“How ‘bout, we leave this stupid party and go back to my place,” Rafe suggested, and as stupid as it might’ve seemed to anyone else, you said yes.

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Rafe drove you back to his house, and luckily his parents were out of the obx for some sort of business that you didn’t really understand. Once you were in the house, Rafe immediately pulled you in to another passionate kiss.

He pinned you against a wall, only breaking the kiss to whisper to you, “jump.” That way your legs were wrapped around Rafe’s waist and he could carry you to his bedroom.

He gently placed you in front of his king sized bed, letting you get on it by yourself. He then followed you, moving your head so he could kiss your neck.

“Rafe… I um… I’ve never actually…” you stuttered nervously, making Rafe pull away from your neck.

“Do you want to stop?” Rafe asked gently when he realized, looking at you and trying to read your face as he waited for your answer.

You thought about it, but you knew how much you wanted him, how much you needed him. “No, I wanna keep going.”

“Don’t worry princess, I’ll be nice and gentle with you, I promise,” Rafe whispered before going back to kissing your neck.

It was like Rafe knew all the right places in your neck to kiss you, making you whimper. You felt so shy and embarrassed that you really did try to be quiet, but Rafe wanted to hear you.

You felt him tug on the hem of your shirt. “Off,” he breathed between kisses and nips to your throat. “I want this off, princess.”

You blinked once, a bit nervous, before doing what Rafe told you to. You pushed him off of you just a bit, that way you could lift yourself up before you peeled the fabric from your chest. At first you wanted to make Rafe anticipate you, but as soon as you started taking your time he gave you this look that made you squirm. 

As you slowly took off your bra, your heart began to race and you Rafe was resisting the urge to do it himself.

But once he could finally see you, he nearly groaned. “Oh, good fucking girl… good girl...” 

He began to suck bruises into each part and curve of your breast before teasing the nipple with his tongue, then moving to the other breast and repeating his actions. You knew he was trying to be gentle with you, but the slow and teasing agony was killing you.

Rafe trailed kisses down your body, finally reaching your thighs and taking off your shorts, making you whimper again. “Rafe…”

He slowly began tracing the hem of your panties, teasing you before whispering, “promise me you won’t listen to the stupid shit those kooks say.”

You nodded, but Rafe gave your thigh a squeeze so you whispered, “I promise, Rafey…”

“Rafey?” Rafe repeated with a raised eyebrow before chuckling, running his finger up and down your covered core, watching you grow even more needy for him, smirking when he heard your small whimpers. “As long as I can keep calling you princess, fine, keep calling me ‘Rafey’.”

You looked away, squirming when Rafe began to take your panties off, so he gave your thigh another squeeze in order to regain your attention, “I want you to look at me, princess…”

You looked at Rafe, watching as he took off his clothes, smirking when he saw the way you were staring at him. His fingers finally reached to pull aside your panties, plunging his wet digits into your heat. You immediately cover your mouth with your hand, not wanting Rafe to hear you moan due to embarrassment.

“Come on, princess, let me hear you moan for me,” Rafe groaned, his movements beginning to speed up more and more.

It felt so different than anything you imagined, the pleasure so intense, and Rafe did it so easily. His signature smirk never left his face as he watched you squirm in his grasp, clutching onto the bed sheets as if they were your lifeline. You could feel your pussy squeeze around his fingers and he groaned.

“Fuck you’re so tight. You gonna let me give you your first orgasm, hm sweetheart?” You let out another breathy moan at Rafe’s words. 

“Don’t worry, I’ll make your first time worth it, baby,” He purred in your ear and you felt your own body melt to his touch.

All you could do was moan and whimper as you felt him curl his fingers, and you rolled your eyes back when he prodded at that spot that had you jolting forward with a long moan. Rafe grinned wickedly at your reaction. He was clearly enjoying the way you gave him such innocent but lewd expressions that he couldn’t help but want to ravish you entirely. 

“Stop moving those legs or I might just have to tie you up, princess,” Rafe’s words were a warning, teasing you for how much you were squirming.

“Stop t-teasing…” you whined, giving Rafe a glare, and pouting up at him. He thought you looked adorable like this. 

Rafe leaned in towards you to place hot-mouthed kisses across your neck again. You mewled at his touch as you felt his lips move along your body as he kissed and licked your smooth skin. Your breath hitched when he left a hickie on your neck, squeezing around his fingers even more now. You felt his breath against you and in a way it was comforting. Your hands reached up to knot into his hair, pushing him impossibly closer towards you. His fingers never stopped their movements, each thrust causing a jolt of pleasure to sing through your body.  

“C’mon doll, cum all over my fingers,let me see you make a mess of yourself like a good girl, I wanna stretch you out, get you all nice and ready for me before I fuck you with my cock.” He purrs and it’s all you needed before you began spasming around his digits. You feel a gush of liquid spray from your pussy and you gasp, not used to that sensation. Your entire body ached as you orgasmed, shaking with pleasure as you moaned continuously. 

Rafe smirked at the mess you’ve made, sliding his fingers out and gathering all your liquid before pushing it into his mouth, tasting your cum as if it was something he had been waiting for. 

“Tastes so good, baby,” Rafe chuckled at your flushed face, leaning down to kiss you, and you could sort of taste yourself on his lips, making you squirm again.

“You sure about this, princess?” Rafe asked you, making sure you were ready and not uncomfortable, as if you hadn’t spent this entire time moaning in pleasure for him.

“Yes,” you whispered, still panting a bit and trying to regain control of your breathing.

Your eyes widened when you felt his cock prod your entrance. Your eyes locked with his and Rafe had a familiar cocky glint in his eye. He took his time before he bottomed out, groaning as he watched your eyes roll back. His cock stretched you out, even after he fingered you earlier. The mere thickness and size of him alone made you clench around Rafe. His cock practically forced you open, prying your insides apart, causing tears to form in your eyes. 

Rafe noticed and leaned in closer to you, kissing those tears that fell down your face, one of his hands going to hold yours as a form of comfort as he cooed in your ear, “I know, baby, I’m sorry, I promise it’ll feel really good, okay?”

You nodded, brain fuzzy as all you could think about was Rafe.

You threw your head back onto his pillows as his cock fucked into you. At first he started slow, but eventually his movements began to speed up. His thrusts began to grow more relentless, needing to feel you cum around him. When you looked at Rafe you could see some of his hair stuck to his forehead with sweat and he reached his hand up to push his locks out of his eyes. 

Rafe then moved his legs over his shoulders, making his cock hit at a different angle causing you to be in a new position, tears of pleasure spilling down your flushed cheeks, your nails gripping onto his shoulders. He grinned and burried his head into your shoulder, fucking you even harder than before, knowing that he could since you already adjusted you him.

“Go ahead, baby, cum, cum all over my cock, good girl,” His breath was hot on your ear and you felt yourself melt he praised you. Somehow, this orgasm was even stronger than the last, and you were gushing all over him, body throttling as you felt strangled sobs leave your throat, all of Rafe’s name.

Rafe kept pounding into you, cock brushing against your walls as he chased his own orgasm, curse words and praise falling from his lips, “Such a good fuckin’ girl-Keep squeezing me like that, baby.”

You felt his cock twitch inside of you and suddenly you felt heat make its way into your pussy. You gripped onto him tighter, pulling him impossibly closer as your hips raise. He practically flooded your walls, making you feel relieved at the fact that you were on birth control. 

Your body was exhausted and you still barely managed to catch your breath as Rafe was still tucked into the crook of your neck.

“That…that was… wow...” You mumbled under your breath, unable to stop the words for escaping your lips.

And although you didn’t realize it then, you were starting to really fall in love with Rafe Cameron.

That was probably the stupidest thing you had ever done.

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quick note: that was my first time writing real smut so be nice pls also I’m really starting to like writing this story

[ask-whitepearl-and-steven]

would you have any small writing tips to share with others who are attempting to write their own stories?

Sure.

Disclaimer: This is not a full on tutorial on how to write. These are just tiny, tiny little grains of wisdom of things I realized here and there. Do not eat this advice like a full course meal. It isn't one. It's just a dusting of some spices, and I am salt bae-ing them over you, but they are not calorically relevant without a story.

1. Help your readers read your story.

AKA: If you want your readers to build a house, you better take them to a Home Depot and teach them how to use a screwdriver first.

You want your readers to read your story easily? You gotta make your story easy to read. That means learning how to make sentences easier to understand. That means breaking up walls of text into smaller bites. That means - yes - spelling words consistently and using accessible (not Correct, necessarily, but ACCESSIBLE) grammar!

You want your readers to understand your world? You gotta give your readers tools to understand it with. That means explaining new concepts! That means describing stuff a lot! That means using visual language if you don't have actual visuals!

Your readers will not read your mind to know what you MEANT to say. You have to say what you mean. You have to mean what you write. Learn to write clearly. Learn to help your readers.

2. Something that takes you a month to make will take your audience ten minutes to read.

You want to spend an hour drawing one comic panel? Great. You wanna spend an hour writing a single paragraph? Fantastic. You wanna use up a week perfecting a script? Amazing!

Your readers will still glance at that panel for a second before moving on. Your readers will still eat that paragraph in a bite. Your readers will skim that script. If you're lucky.

You cannot control how much your work is appreciated. But you CAN control how much of your time you sacrifice to make it.

Balance the scales.

3. You are not talented.

Neither am I. Nor are any of us.

Listen to me. Listen.

Talent is a beautiful, useful word. But it often lies to us. It suggests that we are born better than others.

This is not often accurate. What talent hides within itself is not pre-ordained inherent skill. It is not something you are birthed being. It is not a statistical difference of physicality.

Talent starts with passion.

Maybe you have passion for stories - so you beg your grandfather to read to you before you can recognize words, and you write a lot in every school assignment, and you pay attention to EVERY story you watch in school plays, and you observe all the characters you see in movies, and you CARE. So. Much. And this moves you to try to write, and then to try again, and then to try harder.

Talent does not exist, because no amount of 'you were made for running' can make you run. No amount of 'you were the son of great authors' can make you write.

But inherent curiosity can push you forward. Inherent curiosity can make you watch, and observe, even before you understand you are observing. Inherent curiosity for your personal interests makes you a fan of writing, of drawing, of world-building. It makes you research how to be a great author before you even know what research is. It auto-tunes you to what you know is good about these things, and it gives you the necessary tools to know what will work and what won't.

So when you think you are talented, understand that this is not something that was done to you in the womb. It was something you raised, and watered like a seed, before you even knew what you were growing.

Don't rely on talent. Understand that you got this far because you CARE about this thing. And don't forget to care. Because that's what has carried you this far, and it is the only thing that can carry you even farther.

also, cringe is dead.

[sweet-as-an-angel]

Hello! I’m new to your page so I’m not sure if you’ve been asked this but I just wanted to ask if Dominic would ever lose interest in the person he admires if they finally like submitted to him/ If he got what he wanted from them?? Would he grow bored of them since he got what he wanted like he always does??

I also wanted to ask if Outlaw would do any certain things for the person he admires if they were like Hispanic or of any other nationality that wasn’t his? Would he attempt to learn their language if they both had some sort of language barrier?

Your writing is amazing and I can’t wait to see more of your work! Also I apologize if my grammar and wording is incorrect, English wasn’t my first language. Thank you and have a great day! <3

Hello there, my Sweet; thank you for writing in ! Your English is immaculate, so don't doubt yourself ^^ !

To answer your questions:

♡ Honestly, there's always a chance as to whether Dominic will lose interest in his obsession or not; it all depends on how well you keep him on his toes.

♡ You see, Dominic is, as you've pointed out, Anon, used to having everything handed to him on a silver platter. Anything that hasn't is still well within his reach as a result of his beauty, charisma, intellect and wealth. Therefore, if you put up a good chase and don't succumb to his whims as easily as everyone else has - whether intentionally or not - Dominic is much more likely to remain highly interested in you throughout your relationship together.

♡ However, if his obsession did submit to him, Dominic is still unlikely to lose interest. He's not stupid; he can see that you're a highly desirable person. I mean, just look at all the people he's had to scare away from you !

♡ Sure, he might become comfortable with you, but that's not the same as him losing the vigour with which he protects you.

♡ Seeing as you are the first and only person to make Dominic feel (or get as close to feeling as someone like him is capable of getting), he is incredibly territorial of you - and will continue to be so for as long as he lives. Really, the only way you're going to be able to shake him off is if you go into hiding for the rest of your life. And even then, he'll go frantic in his quest to find you, the only one that got away.

♡ In short, Dominic's equivalent of 'losing interest' is him not watching your every waking move. But that's only because he knows he has you in a place where nobody can rescue you. He's so self-assured in his own imprisonment of you that he knows he doesn't have to worry. He'll always be obsessed with the you; the way you make him feel.

♡ As for the Outlaw, he would - eventually - take to learning your language, be that spoken or sign, when the barrier becomes too great for him to bear. Because, of course, this is all about him.

♡ However, he will make it all about you the second you start to open up to him. If you both come from cultures that deviate enough in a way that anything you teach him about your culture/heritage is a new world for him, he'll be secretly fascinated by it. He'll take to trying extra hard when learning your language (away from the time you've already dedicated to teaching him; suddenly, there are a lot of language and international history books being stolen during raids in the big city) so he can hear more stories, legends and cultural norms from where you or your lineage hail from. If not for the illustrious tales, then for the way your eyes light up when explaining it to him - for the first time since he's taken you.

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[agroupiewhore]

Some random headcanons about what it would be like to date Fran. I haven't wrote anything in ages so apologies if this is shite. Please no hate. 💗💖🍓💕❤️🎀

*Disclaimer: This is my own work and my own self-indulgent ideas, none of this is based in reality.

If anyone wants a part 2 please let me know or has any questions or suggestions for improvements then please let me know, I apologise in advance for spelling and grammar errors.

🎀 This man can cook. He is amazing in the kitchen, will make you whatever you fancy no matter what time it is or whatever you fancy, nothing is too much trouble for him. Cooking you something is his love language.

🎀 He would much rather read then watch something. On the evenings you spend together you're sat on the sofa together reading. He will also read aloud to help you fall asleep.

🎀 No matter what the time is this man will come and pick you up. "But babe, I'm probably gonna be staying out till like 3am" "Ok mi amor, I come get you then" "But aren't you due on set at like 5:30am?" "Yes, and? I come pick you up at 3, I love you."

🎀 Will pay attention to all the little things that you like and remembers them so he can surprise you later on.

🎀 Never ever puts you down or makes fun of you when you're practicing Spanish with him and vice versa for when he is talking with you.

🎀 100% that annoying couple which never seem to argue. Just a walking disney film. The guys all tease him about it. "But you must argue over something, anything!?" "No, nothing" "I bet he leaves the toilet seat up" "No, always puts it down"

🎀 Believes in the art of letter writing and writes you letters in that fancy calligraphy writing. (Something he learned for a part in a theatre production)

Here is a small imagine, no TW etc, a little bit of making out etc, pg/13

A surprise

"My love" Fran said as he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you closer. "I can finish the dishes, it's ok".

"No I got it" you said as you began drying off some of the plates. "Besides you must be tired after yesterday's wrap party".

"It was fun, you need to come to the next one" he said as he brushed your hair aside to kiss your neck softly. "I missed you alot, the others were asking for you".

"I'll be at the next one babe, I promise" you answered setting the plate down and turning to face him. Fran was beautiful and you couldn't believe how lucky you were. You wrapped your arms around him and rested your forehead against his. "I think you need a second helping of that dessert you made. You need it". Fran smirked and kissed your nose.

"I said you don't need to ever worry about me. I promise, I'm going to be ok" he answered.

"Oh I got you something, to celebrate the film being done" you said going to pull away.

"No wait, just one more second, I want to stay like this forever with you" he said enjoying the moment, he felt he could be anywhere in the world but as long as he was with you he was home. You smiled and held onto him a little tighter.

"You did not have to get me something. I already have everything I need, I'm very lucky like that you know. Can carry everything I'll ever need in my hands" he smirked as he picked you up, catching you off guard.

"Fran!" You laughed as you instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist. "O my gosh put me down, I need to go and get your present". You looked down into his beautiful deep eyed and cupped his cheeks and began kissing him. He had the softest lips and skin. He kissed you deeper savouring the taste of your peach flavoured lip balm. Peaches were his favourite fruit. A fact you'd noted quite early on. You remembered the look of surprise and satisfaction on his face the day he'd realised your lip balm was the same flavour as his favourite fruit.

"Fran... I need... to get... your gift" you said between kisses. "Please mi amor". Fran smiled against your neck, there was something extremely hot about you using Spanish pet names for him. He was so in love with you it was unreal.

"Just one more my dear, please" he begged staring up at you. How could you say no to him? You lent down and kissed him, twice though. It was a small little ritual the two of you had. He would always ask for one more kiss whether it was before going off to sleep, before he would leave for set or an audition or before going on stage. You always kissed him twice just to be safe. He gently set you down and stroked your cheek.

"Te amo, mi amor" he smiled.

"I love you more" you answered before squeezing his hand and leaving. He heard you going upstairs and into the second bedroom. He was excited at the prospect of seeing what you'd got him although he was more excited to see your face at his gift for you. He smiled wider as he placed his hand into his trousers pocket and felt the box with an engagement ring inside.

[deceptive-lily]

【 Will You Listen?】

Disclaimer: I do not own the game nor the Ikemen villain characters. I only own MY plot and my original character. Also, this is only the background of my OC. I wanted to write her story but this is all I could only do. Watch out for wrong english grammar, since english is not my first language.

Iara Adagio

Name pronunciation:

Iara = ih-yah-rah

Adagio = ah-dah-ji-yow

I sneaked a peek of my family while they are getting praised by our acquaintances after their singing performance. I can't help but feel bitter while watching those people's cheers, their satisfied and amazed smiles... if I ever sing, will they look at me and cheer for me as well?

Will they listen to me?

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"lara, stay in your room today."

Father said the same order once again. I only nodded dryly and walked upstairs, where I met my two sisters' and my brother's mocking smirks.

One of them masked a concerned, sad look. But I could tell what they really feels just by looking at their eyes. It was quite squinted, as if a smile was being restrained.

"I'm really sorry for this, lara. We could've bring you along with us to sing together but..."

Then, few seconds, her mask immediately came off and looked down on me, triggering my inferiority about my voice. It has always been this way.

"..... I'm afraid your voice will make the audience walk away."

They walked past me, sneering and talked to our parents in a lighthearted way, as if they didn't insult me just now.

My hands gripped on the railings but I loosened it and continued to walk in my room.

This is my daily routine since I was 5 years old.

Whenever my family have an appointment and perform singing, I will have to hide myself in my room. But even if there wasn't any appointment, I know that my family wants me to hide for a long time in here.

In this house, there is a family of soft, bright and angelic singers. It's what you would probably call a family of sopranos.

I am the exception.

When they first heard me sing, I saw their disappointed faces. They looked irritated at the same time.

They said they find my voice ugly. They said I'm tone-deaf.

I actually liked my voice before I had them hear it. I would go somewhere that neither of my family would accidentally go to and practice singing. I am aware I sounded different from them when singing, but I thought despite having it, they would love it. They would be proud that I could sing along with them.

Until I made them hear my voice, I watched how their smiles dropped.

Everything has changed since then. I felt that my presence was gradually fading to them.

They started treating me differently. It was just my voice they were hating at first, but then they started to point out my every flaws. They would hurt me in different and many ways that I can no longer count. They made me realize I didn't belong at all.

I even heard my parents argue because of me.

I crushed their expectations.

My siblings never acknowledged me as a part of our family. Not just them, our parents included.

Just because I don't have a singing voice like theirs. My voice did not sound like what they expected. It wasn't soft. It wasn't angelic. It was... different. And it's ugly... they said.

And then, I heard a voice in my head.

"If you cannot be allowed to sing, don't you think it would be only fair to take theirs so they couldn't sing anymore?"

～。。。

Cursed by

The Sea Witch from

The Little Mermaid

The Dark & Alluring Versatile Singer

"Don't worry. Taking your voice is only fair, I assure you I'll make good use of it."

A mysterious singer with a versatile and wide vocal range. She constantly travels everywhere to make people hear her voice, if those people did not like it however, one blink and they will lose their capability to speak forever. She also seems to take the voices of other singers for some unknown reasons. After all of taking their voices, what does she really want to achieve?

Birthday: October 27

Height: 168 cm

Affiliation: Crown

Curse: Sea Witch: The Little Mermaid

Hobbies: Swimming especially during heavy rains

Skills: Singing, plays 5 instruments (piano, flute, violin, cello and clarinets)

Likes: frozen desserts

Dislikes: Spicy hot foods

Resents: High-pitched, bright voiced singers

Weapon: Dagger

Appearance:

Iara Adagio have complete heterochromia eyes of white and indigo. Her jet black mid-back hair is straight but slightly wavy. It is always styled in the middle, with few strands displayed. Her skin is pale. She would always wear a similar style of long dresses with a deep v-neck, sleeveless and almost hugs her body partnered with heels and face mask.

Ability:

She can take people's voices once they spoke to her, she can use multiple voices to her heart's content to deceive her next targets.

She usually use the stolen voices (especially of former singers) when she sings, so when the audience listens to her, they would hear other voices and find it hypnotizing but eerie.

Fun (not really) fact:

• Iara Adagio was not her original name, after she became an orphan, she changed it.

• She manages to get on William's nerves, since both of them are all about freedom. Iara somehow takes their freedom by taking their capability to speak and voices.

• She's quite fond of Liam.

• She and Alfons makes a fun tandem pranking people and pretty much would become partners in crime.

• She once secretly had a crush on Victor.

～。。。

For the visual of my OC, I'm still on a progress. (　＾ω＾)

What do you guys think about my OC? It's not a well-written one and might not be accurate for you guys, so I'm sorry!

And how do you think the Crown members react when they first met/heard about her? Comment it down! ( ≧∀≦)

[flowery-mess]

hiiiii, i saw your requests for noah are open. could you maybe do him with an insecure reader? like she just doesn't like how she looks (particularly her tummy) and he shows her how beautiful she really is to him? preferably smutty with a loooooot of praise <33333

So, I'm sorry it took me few days. To be honest this topic isn't easy for me, cause I like to deal with my insecurities alone, so I didn't really know where to start and go with this. I put these two requests together, hope you don't mind. I also put a bit of myself in there, as I'd like to work for the fire department after college.

Let me know how you like it and if you find any grammar mistakes, let me know, english isn't my first language. Enjoy reading✨

„And then he said that women should not work for the fire department.“ I sighed and sank deeper in the bath, holding glass filled with white wine in my right hand.

„Oh wow, what a captain.“ Noah answered, head against the blue tiles of our bathroom as he was sitting outside the bath with one of his hands also occupied with glass of wine.

“Just acting captain. I really hope they choose someone from the station soon, can’t wait to see him leave. I know he’s the only one with the sexist comments at the station, but lately he’s been showing off his opinions too much and I’m just tired of that. Makes me think I should quit.”

“Don’t you dare do that Y/N. It’ll pass with the new captain. Or file a complaint with others. They got your back. You’re amazing fire fighter, don’t let him ruin that for you.”

Little angry wrinkles showed on Noah’s face as we talked about my job. He was mad that our acting captain was making feel all the female fire fighters this way and he didn’t know how to help with that, but even with the sadness showing on my face, he would never support the thought of me leaving the job. He knows I love it and that I’d be mad at myself and him for letting me do that just for someone who’s stepping up for station without captain.

“I really hope it’s question of days now, the process should be done soon and then he’ll leave.” All the nasty things I had to say about him were washed with the wine down my throat, I didn’t want to ruin one of the first nights Noah’s back home from the tour.

“Yeah I hope too, hate to see you this sad.” His empty hand came on the edge of the bath, looking for mine. When our hands touched, he gave me a little squeeze and we stayed in silence for a moment. Both tired from our jobs, excited for the two days we both had off.

“Can I come in?” Noah asked few minutes of silence later.

“Like in the bath?” I asked the obvious thing and shifted a bit in our big bathtub. I had bubbles covering my body, that made me comfortable. Not like I don’t feel comfortable around Noah, but after months of being apart it felt like he would see me naked for the first time again and that made me nervous. With all the bullshit about women at work, it just made me more insecure about my body, my capability, my whole existence.

“Yes.” He said more as a question. “I enjoy talking to you, but my back is starting to hurt, let me in?”

“I can go out. We can lay down, we’re both tired. We can continue with the talking and wine in bed?” I tried to play it off.

“Why? You went in just a while ago. The water is still warm, let me in and let’s just relax together love.” He said as he got up from the floor. I quickly made sure the bubbles were covering I wanted covered, and Noah noticed.

“What are you doing?” He looked at me, confused.

“Nothing.” I said, not having an honest answer for that.

Noah got his clothes off and went in the bath behind me. I wanted to tell him to sit against me, but then he would be looking directly at my body, and I didn’t like that either.

He sat down and put his hands around my waist and laid us both down. I waited few second, then took his hands and put them more up, around my shoulders. We stayed in the comfortable silence few more minutes, I tried to drink the shame away with the wine, but then Noah put his hands back around my waist and suddenly I felt like crying.

He must’ve sensed something was wrong with the way I became so tense.

“Hey babe, what’s wrong?” he tried to look at my face, but with him sitting behind me it was easy to cover my watery eyes.

“I just-“ I wanted to tell him, I wanted to learn to communicate my feelings better, but it was so hard while being naked, so vulnerable.

“It’s okay, just breathe and talk when you’re ready.” Noah said, hugging me tighter from the back and planting kisses to my shoulders.

I took few shaky breathes as I felt tears running down my face.

“Okay I just, I don’t know what to say. I’m so glad you’re back, but every time you’re on tour and we don’t see each other for a few months I start feeling this way. Like you are seeing me naked for the first ever and I’m ashamed of feeling like that. You never game me a reason to feel bad about myself, so I don’t know why that keeps happening. But with everything going on at work these days, I feel like shit mentally, but keep projecting it to my body and I just don’t want you to see me like that.” I was so proud for getting that off me, felt so good to just let it out. I felt ashamed of what I was feeling, I felt like I was making Noah the bad guy and myself like a hysterical unstable woman, who breaks down after few inconveniences in her life.

“Oh, I didn’t know that. I’m sorry If I would’ve known, I would stay outside. Babe, you don’t have to be shy or feel insecure around me. I saw your body thousands of times and I love it, I love you.” He turned my body a little, just for us to be facing each other. “You’re beautiful, your body and your mind. I’m so lucky to have you. And the station? Same, they’re lucky to have you. You do your job with love and compassion and I’m sure the new captain will see that. I know it’s too much for you now, but don’t ever hide away from me, you don’t have to.” He planted few kisses on my face after his little speech.

I felt more relaxed, but the tension was still there.

“I’m gonna go out and let you have the time you need, okay? I’ll make dinner, then we can finish the wine in bed.” I didn’t need to say a word and Noah knew what I wanted in the moment. He got out of the bath, wrapped towel around his waist, kissed my forehead with little “I love you” and left the bathroom.

I felt at peace after that. I made my routine, got out of the bathroom to find Noah with dinner ready, music playing quietly from the speakers. We ate, we talked, finished the bottle of white wine and went to sleep. I slept with my mind at peace, knowing everything will be alright as long as he’s by my side.

[goosewriting]

Stripes (rottmnt Leo x reader)

request: reader is really insecure about something about themselves (for this, would it be ok for the stretch marks on their inner legs and lower torso area) and Leo finds this out so he does something that makes reader feel better like- idk kisses and words?

summary: reader is insecure about their stretch marks and Leo comforts them with smooches. 

relationship: Rise!Leo x GN reader

warnings: just fluff qwq

word count: ~850 

A/N: this is a request from AO3 from a while back. (reqs are closed rn!) this one has been turning in my brain like a rotisserie chicken ever since. hope it’s to your liking :D 

(english is not my first language. constructive criticism and grammar corrections are very appreciated!)

— — —

Leo came over for movie night like always. It’s become a little tradition to start the weekend together. He’s already got all the snacks ready and is waiting for you to join him in your living room. You said you’d change into something more comfortable a while ago, but never came back. 

Tapping his fingers one last time on the armrest, Leo decides to go check on you. He makes his way to your bedroom but stops at the open door, leaning on the frame. You’re standing in front of your full-body mirror, looking up and down at yourself. That’s when Leo notices the grimace you’re sporting; he doesn’t like the way you’re looking at yourself at all.

“What’s wrong?” he asks.

“I recently got these new shorts…” you start, rotating your body so you can see your backside in the reflected image. 

Leo is about to comment that they look really good on you, maybe joke that you’d look even better without them. But given your furrowed brows he bites his tongue.

“They’re comfy but…” you sigh, and your figure slumps slightly forward. “I don’t think I like them after all.”

“Why’s that?” Leo asks genuinely.

After a moment of hesitation, weighing in your head whether you should tell him the truth or not, you decide that there’s no point in trying to hide this from him.

“You can see my stretch marks” you finally answer, tracing the lines over your thigh.

At that, Leo pushes himself off the doorframe and approaches you slowly. He stands next to you and one hand reaches to hold your own, while the other rises to gently stroke your cheek with his knuckles. He takes a moment to find the right words, then turns to face the mirror and looks at you through it.

“To be honest, I don’t understand why they are a bad thing” he admits, and you know there’s no malice or undermining behind his words. “I think it’s cool that you have stripes like me.”

You let go of his hand with a light scoff and hug yourself, suddenly feeling exposed. 

“It’s different” you say. “Yours are actual stripes. They even glow when you activate your ninpo; that is cool. Mine are just scars, and scars aren’t pretty.”

You avert your eyes from the mirror, unable to look at the turtle or yourself anymore, feeling the tears starting to sting behind your eyes.

“Go ahead to the living room” you say and turn towards your wardrobe. “I’ll change into some sweats and be right there.”

You never make it to your second choice of pants though, because you’re being gently pulled back. Leo guides you to sit on the bed, and you comply, averting your eyes to the ground. He kneels down in front of you and softly grabs your chin to have you face him.

“Scars aren’t a bad thing” he says, a soft lop-sided smile adorning his features, trying to comfort you. “They mean you overcame something, that you were strong. And your stripes show how amazing your body is at adapting and protecting you.”

His hands roam up your legs lovingly, starting to trace out the visible patterns of stripes peeking out from under your shorts.

“You always say how much you like my stripes” he whispers, placing a soft kiss on your inner thigh that makes your breath hitch. “I see yours the same way.”

The next couple of minutes are spent in silence, the only thing you can hear is the thrumming of your heartbeat in your ears as Leo’s lips ghost over your stretch marks, placing soft kisses along your thighs, climbing further up. You lean back onto your elbows as his hands lift your shirt, revealing your midriff and the marks that reach almost to your belly button. Leo’s kisses and caresses continue here as well, until he kisses up a trail over your stomach, chest, to your neck, and finally, your lips. 

By now, all your senses are focused on him and him alone. You understand the message he’s trying to get across, and for now at least, you believe it. You let yourself fall onto your back completely and your hands join behind Leo’s neck, kissing him deeply, thanking him for his comfort. 

The kisses turn into a lazy make-out, and when you finally feel like you’re able to talk again without bursting into tears at his softness and the intimate gesture, you gently push the turtle off of you. 

“There’s a movie still waiting for us” you say, slightly out of breath. 

“Right” he responds after clearing his throat and gets off the bed. You follow suit and give him one last peck on the cheek, hugging him tightly.

“Thank you for that, by the way” you mumble into his plastron. “I needed that.”

“Anytime” he answers, hugging you back just as tightly, but then he lets go suddenly.

“Race you to the couch!” he calls over his shoulders as he's already left the room.

“Cheater!” you accuse him, making your way to the living room with a laugh, insecurities long forgotten.

~~~~~

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[crumblinggothicarchitecture]

tbh it's not just insinuation of you doing some class discrimination that is gross, other things listed by them as accusations towards you are at least equaly as disgusting, if not more. "ableism, classism, racism" i'm sorry, i didn't know swift is disabled, poor or non-white, oh wait, she is neither of these. yes, grammar policing can be used to discriminate, but when it's used to punch down people, who actually belong to these categories.

also there are literal college courses focused solely on swift's writing, but you as someone with english lit degree can't do some grammar analysis on your private blog? is other anon as offended about these courses and sending them emails about how discriminatory it is to pick apart someone's writing? of course not, because the only people, who would spend money an that type of a course are rich ts fandom cultists, who wouldn't say anything, that might be actually critical about swift. also anon doesn't actually care about picking apart someone's writing, they only care about swift's writing being put under some criticism, because otherwise they would be sending offended emails to every school or critic for the crime of literary analysis.

it's almost as if swift trained these people with her never ending victimhood and copying, to look in her name for any struggle to steal whenever she is being criticized. not an ounce of critical thinking or just common sense to look at it for a second and realize that these don't apply to swift. "so yeah not a good look" yeah, but not on crumblinggothicarchitecture

Sorry, this took a minute for me to get to <3. I appreciate this perspective. I didn't even mention that in the ask, but it's so weird to accuse someone of being racist, ableist, classicist just because I analyzed Taylor Swift’s poor grammar. Swift is the one who calls herself a writer and claims she one of the best writers on the planet right now. So, it stands to reason that I would use my English Degree to analyze her grammar if, for any reason, I felt she actually wasn't a good writer.

If I say that someone isn't a good writer. I'm not going to just state that and leave it there. Obviously, it's on me to effectively argue my point. I do, however, have ways to argue my point. So, naturally, I will get into some linguistic or literary criticism of Swift.

I'm not sure that Grammar-Anon really understands what I am trying to do here. Besides, I think you're right about them not knowing that linguistics is an actual academic discipline. Are the people who dedicate their whole lives to studying and teaching grammar also being racist, ableist, and classicist? LOL.

The English language is such a beautiful medium for expression. It's one of my favorite languages, among many, to read poetry in because it has such an amazing breadth of vocabulary words with which to express emotion. In most linguistic study, it is the mechanism of language itself that scholars pull into study. Fascinating stuff- and people study it all. There are scholars whose life's work revolves around understanding AAVE dialects, or understanding Louisiana Cajun dialects, or understanding mid-Atlantic dialects, or Jewish-New York regionalisms. This is just a short list of regionalist dialects I've personally read about in the last few months- however, the list is expansive and covers much more than just the American continent. For instance, there is a whole subset of academic study centered on the post-colonialist use of English Language in India. Scholarship in this field often takes into account feminist theory, Marxist theory, or Post Colonialist theory. (Again, I just listed my favorites, but there are many more theoretical lenses through which people study the impact of grammatical praxis).

This is something people make into their whole life's work- it's not somehow offensive to participate in low-stakes grammatical analysis of Taylor Swift.

You're right, some people just can't handle the idea of putting her work under the microscope because it would impact their narrow-world view if someone said actually Swift is a bad, unoriginal writer. Imagine the meltdown if twitter Swifties found me :O

I've been giving Swift a pass for years, mostly because I would dismiss her music as simple pop-music. It's meant to be fun. I would listen to it, because it was an easy break from the dense, challenging stuff I would read for classes. However, now I'm going to tear apart Swifts work. It's the principle of the matter now because she seems to think she's the greatest American poet to ever live. I am both bored, as summer approaches and I have nothing else to work on, and frustrated that she's pretending to be a poet.

She's not a tortured genius. She's a trust fund baby who got as far as she did on mediocrity because of her parents' money. We "wouldn't last an hour in the asylum" where they raised her- Ha. She wouldn't last a second working a part-time job after school to pay rent. I get upset when people accuse me of some type of classist's attitude purely because I use my education when they know nothing about my story. I got a lucky break.

Education is my road out of abject poverty. Nothing else was going to save me. I did it all on my own, with the help of a bunch of scholarships, lucky breaks, and really wonderful teachers. Now, in my real life, I am the teacher now. I want to root for people. I critique for the sake of wanting people to improve their skills.

Taylor Swift's arrogant attitude and unwillingness to face criticism just gets under my skin. So, what do I do? I'm not fond of ad hominem attacks. Instead, I will make some good arguments about her bad writing and have some fun in the process. :)

So yeah- I guess it's not a good look.

[creativepawsworld]

Silence - Chapter 37

Pairing = Thomas Shelby x Reader

Summary = Ana’s parents return from London and reveal some upsetting things for Ana. 

Warnings = Language, Grammar, Sexual Themes, Pregnancy announced, Violence mentioned, Gang Activity mentioned. 

Word Count = 3352

“Good morning” I greeted walking into the tailor shop the next morning. My parents having returned from London yesterday evening when Tommy and I were sharing our news with his family.

It had turned into such a celebration. Arthur disappeared into the betting shop only to return with bottles of rum and whiskey calling for a celebration. John had told Esme to tell the sitter they needed her to stay longer.

I had never seen a family so happier, so excited to welcome a baby into the world it filled my heart with so much love, I had to excuse myself for a good cry.

“Good morning Ana, how are you?” My father smiled glancing up from his work schedule to spare me a glance whereas my mother eyes lifted from her cup of tea to send daggers my way.

I had to refrain from rolling my eyes at her actions. Clearly she was back to hating my very existence, again. Choosing to ignore it, I removed the coat from my shoulders hanging it on the rack beside the door, getting myself ready for the day ahead.

Most of the morning went by without a word, my father and I busy fulfilling orders or fixing whatever came through the door with ease while my mother potted around the shop, turning her nose up at certain fabrics or making unwarranted comments about my work, which I simply choose to ignore.

By late evening, I had started to pack away most of my things, tidying my workspace for tomorrow when my father appeared next to me, a small smile on his face.

“Ana, did Thomas talk to you about the shop?” He asked quietly checking over his shoulder for his wife. “It’s just I haven’t received anything yet and I wondered if he was having second thoughts?”

“You mean about the sell of the shop?” I asked, squinting my eyes in confusion at his choice of words.

“Yes, I know it’s not an investment for him but I am rather desperate.” He nodded, tongue swiping across his bottom lip, a nervous habit he had picked up over the years.

“You’re desperate?” I repeated in question.

“Yes, I thought Thomas would be interested in buying this place because of you. You are an amazing seamstress Ana and deserve your own place, it’s not much now but you can make it your own, Thomas will help you with that.”

“You approached Tommy about the sell, he didn’t approach you?”

“Oh no, no. It was me. Did he tell you otherwise?” My father asked, eyebrow raised in surprise as he looked at me.

“Father why do you want to sell the shop?” I asked employing the Shelby trait of answering a question with a question.

There was just something about this entire situation that felt wrong. Tommy never mentioned considering buying the shop until he slipped the contract into my purse. Unusual but I believed his reasoning as I had learned over the years that Tommy was a big gesture kind of man, especially after a fight.

But my father, he poured his heart and soul into this place, just like his father and grandfather before him.

I knew he wouldn’t have handed it over so easily, not to mention I was under the impression that Tommy made him an offer that was too hard to refuse. My father’s only stipulation being that he wanted the shop to remain under the control of an Alder, that being me.

“That’s not something…”

“Father I am not a little girl anymore and if you expect my partner to buy the shop from you, you will tell me why. This shop is your life so something has clearly happened to make you want to sell it.” I inform him sternly, pushing my shoulders back so I appeared taller, stronger.

“Ana…”

“No father, I am a grown woman not a China doll that will break. I have seen things, been involved with things that will make your head spin at the thought of your daughter being in such situations so you will tell me or I will tell Tommy it’s not happening.”

“You have certainly grown into a fine young woman” He smiled reaching forward stroking my cheek, a sad smile on his face. “Thomas Shelby is one lucky gentleman to have you on his arm.”

“Dad please, just talk to me.”

“You are gonna hate me for this.” He sighed dropping his hand from my face, his head dropping to his chest so he could look at the floor beneath his feet. Inhaling deeply I leaned against my desk, waiting for him to continue.

“It all started with James. We are a small tailor shop in Small Heath, not one of the bigger ones in the bull ring. Money is few and far between Ana, always has been. You know we only made enough to cover the bills, pay for some fabrics that’s it.”

“Yeah but that’s because your savings went to the Shelby’s.” I nod at him remembering him taking a black bag with a large sum of money to the Shelby family the night Arthur had beaten James to a bloody pulp.

It was that night I started taking over the books, monitoring everything that came and went from the shop.

“No, there was no savings Ana. We had nothing, have nothing still.” He continued with a long sigh, his shoulders dropping in sadness.

“But the black bag, it was filled with money. I saw you walk out of here with it.”

“The bag was empty Ana. That night I went somewhere else, somewhere to get the money.” He spoke, finally looking up at me, tears filled his eyes, a few escaping to roll down his cheeks.

My heart began to beat out of my chest as I waited for him to continue, my mind going back to that night. I hadn’t actually seen my father put money into the bag, in fact I hadn’t even seen him go near the safe, I just assumed.

“There was other conditions with the money. Conditions involving you Ana, but then their son left for America after some trouble. We hadn’t heard from them for a long time we thought it was over. Until word got around that you were dating Thomas Shelby.”

I felt vomit rising in my throat at the thought of my parents making a deal with someone and using me as a pawn to secure the money. I knew they didn’t care that much about me but to use me as part of a deal was a brand new level of low.

“They weren’t happy, you were promised to their son. A wife to settle his wild ways…”

“Stop” I held my hand up stopping him mind sentence, my head suddenly becoming light due to everything he was saying. “Stop talking father.”

“I’m sorry Ana, I never wanted this but…”

“You were selling me off to pay a debt?” I spat back, angry tears filling my eyes as I glared at my father. “The Shelby’s would have given you time to pay the money father, free tailoring services probably would have been enough.”

“Then why did they take the money if they are such good hearted people.” My mother’s voice spoke from the doorway.

I wasn’t sure how long she was standing there but with the sour look on her face it had been a while, she was just waiting on her moment to jump in to defend her actions.

“Who wouldn’t take money that was handed to them mother? They are business men. If you wanted to offer above and beyond your means they aren’t going to stop you. They had no loyalties to you, not then.”

“They are monsters who take everything they can to get rich and render the rest of us poor.” She growled back, her frail body barely managing to march over to stand next to her husband who couldn’t even make eye contact with me.

“They are the monsters? You were selling off you daughter to the highest bidder because you couldn’t just sit down and discuss a deal with them and you call yourselves business people?” I scoffed, shaking my head at the pair of them.  

“It’s not something I’m proud of Ana…” My father started to say only to stop himself when he realised he actually didn’t have the words to say. The truth had finally come out.

“But it had to be done.” My mother finished for him, a hateful look on her face as she looked over at me. “Then you had to go and mess it all up, letting that devil in your bed.”

“What is the difference between him and the devil you were trying to marry me off to mother?” I asked knowing that the only people in a town like this, with a lot of money were in fact gangsters just like the Shelby’s.

I watched my mother’s face contorted into shock at me words, her eyes blinking at least ten times a second as she tried to come up with a answer to my question but I knew I had her stomped. She had nothing.

Tommy may be a devil to some, I wasn’t naïve I knew he did bad things. Killed people, hurt people but he always had a reason behind it. He didn’t do it because he wanted to. In his own words, he did bad things to a good end. Mostly.

Shaking my head I walked over to the door, grabbing my coat to place it around my shoulders. My mother stood in shock at the realisation of what I had said.

Tommy was no better than the man she was so hell bent on me marrying, the past two years of her hatred was for nothing and she knew it. She was just blinded by whatever ransom these people held over her. And now she had ruined whatever little relationship we had and there was no coming back from that. 

“Tommy and I are expecting our first child together, we found out yesterday so consider this my resignation father.” I tell him. My words bringing his head up from the floor to look at me with an unknown expression behind his eyes.

I didn’t want to resign, I loved this shop, I loved tailoring but I couldn’t work here anymore, not with the total strangers I once considered my parents. Watching the realisation of the words, their jaws dropped at my words just as I closed the door tightly behind me.

******

It was only when a drop of rain hit off my nose did I break from my thoughts. Since leaving the tailor shop I had walked, just walked becoming completely lost in my thoughts that I was unsure of where I actually ended up.

Looking around I noticed I had walked to Tommy’s office in town. Everything around me was closing. It had just gone after 6pm, people were starting to go home for the day to their families, something Tommy will be doing within the next nine months.

Smiling at the thought I pushed open the large black door, a welcoming warmth hitting my face as I closed the door softly behind me.

“As long as there is more coming in, we are alright.” I heard Tommy’s voice, sighing a breathe a relief that he was here. I just really needed him right now. I needed his arms around me and his chin resting on my head as I inhaled his scent.

“The decorators in the Garrison want paying, Arthur forgot and pulled a gun when they asked so, they’ve stopped.” Lizzie told him, her hands resting on the edge of her desk as she rattled off the information.

“Tommy?” I spoke softly making my presence known as I walked into the room. For once Lizzie wasn’t throwing herself at him, if anything she looked rather stressed with the workload she had been given.

“Alright, just pay em Lizzie.” Tommy brushed off, concern in his eyes when he saw me.

Immediately he knew something wasn’t right as he took in my face. Nodding his head at me, silently summoning me to join him before turning his attention back to the taller, dark haired woman.

“Oh and we need to put an advert in the mail, Garrison grand reopening.” He pointed his index finger at her, immediately Lizzie had a pencil writing his words down.

“And you said there is a letter to go today, special delivery. I wrote it in the diary.” Lizzie spoke up just as Tommy nudged me towards the office door, leading to the staircase and to his office.  

“Yes.” He sighed out a heavy breath, his eyes cast down to me before returning to the other woman.  “I haven’t written it out yet.”

“Well you can just tell me and I’ll write it down. I learned short hand.” Lizzie explained allowing herself to sink into her chair, pencil at the ready to write, a proud look on her face.

“Fair enough” Tommy nodded, leaving me by the door to walk back into the room, clasping his hands behind his back, he began to speak. “Dear Mr Churchill…”

“Is your pencil broken?” Tommy asked after a moment.

Lizzie just looked over at him with wide eyes due to the nature of the letter whereas I stood by the door wide eyed as Tommy had his back to her the entire time, how did he know she wasn’t writing? The man never ceased to amaze me.

“No, no do go on.”

“Dear Mr Churchill…” Tommy began again. 

I felt my eyebrows pull in confusion at the mention of him having to carrying out a task that remain unspecified after being approach by a person of the crown. My mind immediately went to what Major Campbell had said to Tommy at the hospital.

He said he would be back in touch with Tommy once his health had improved and clearly he had been. I dreaded to think how deeply Tommy was involved if this went right up to Churchill. Was everyone corrupt? Was Tommy the good man in all this?  

Once he finished speaking, Lizzie informed him that she will have it written up and posted before 7pm. Thanking her, Tommy came to stand next to me once more taking my hand in his with a light squeeze.

“Oh and this came for you today, from America. A place called Poughkeepsie.” Lizzie spoke after him, pulling a letter from her desk, holding it out for him to take, her face unbothered.

“You’ve go to be fucking kidding me” I growled pulling my hand from Tommy’s roughly.

This was the final straw today. I had enough.

Growling to myself, I held back the tears as I looked over at Lizzie who was taken back by outburst, confused by what was happening.

Shaking my head, I walked towards the main door, unsure of where to go but I just couldn’t be here right now. I couldn’t take anymore, I felt like I needed to be alone right now. Everywhere I went to seek comfort, something happened to ruin it.

“Stace, Stace…” I heard Tommy call after me but I chose to ignore him, the tears already starting to fall. “Fuck sake Anastasia.” He yelled, voice vibrating off the walls. It was a tone he had only used once before in the Garrison when I tried to give back the money.  

Stopping in my tracks, I held my head high, inhaling through my nose as I wiped the tears away on my coat, refusing to turn around. A big change from the shaking, scared mess he had me in before with that voice. 

“Go to my office.” He instructed. Without moving my feet, I looked towards the main door leading out to the street, considering my options. When he spoke again the tone of his voice dangerously low. “Don’t you dare walk out that door.”

I felt something inside of me snap when he said that. Everyone around me was treating me like I was made of glass, afraid that I would break at the slightest touch or cruellest word.

I wasn’t the same Anastasia Adler I was two years ago, I had grown, a lot in those past two years and it was about time everyone had seen it. 

“Stop telling me what to do.” I glared over my shoulder at him.

In my peripheral I saw Lizzie’s eyes widen at my disobedience. With a shake of my head I walked outside the rain fully coming down now, soaking me within seconds.

*****

Tommy didn’t follow after me when I left his office, at least not right away and not that I knew of. After spending some time at the cemetery I walked home, wanting to get out of the wet clothes that was clinging to my skin, what started out as a good day turned into something so horrible and I prayed it was nothing more than a nightmare.

My head was pounding by the time I arrived home, in the space of a few hours I felt like my world had been flip on it’s head once more and I didn’t know how much more I could take.

“Welcome home.” Tommy’s voice carried from the kitchen, he appeared around the corner with a cup of hot tea in his hands, dressed only in his white shirt and waistcoat. The first two buttons of his shirt undone. 

“Thank you” I whispered, taking the hot cup from his hands after fighting with my coat. It was so wet it had attached itself to me like a second skin making the material harder to get off. 

Walking further into the room, the letter from Poughkeepsie sitting on the kitchen table glaring at me. With a scoff and a roll of my eyes I slammed the cup on the table turning on my heel to head back to the bedroom only Tommy stood in my way.

“Read it” He instructed, eyes staring down into my own, the fingers in his left hand pointing towards the table.

“No”

“Why?”

“I’m not reading your whore’s letters Thomas, I do not care for them, nor her” I inform him, making a move to walk around him only he held out his hands taking my upper arms into his carefully stopping my movements.

“Nor do I.” He stated with a shake of his head. Without warning he walked with me back towards the table but he didn’t press me against it. He reached over taking the letter into his hands. “You are who I care about and this baby.”

Releasing me from his grip, he reached into his pocket pulling out his box of matches and taking one from its confines. Striking the stick against the box, a beautiful orange/red flame started to dance between us.

Staring up into his eyes he held the letter between us, the back still sealed, the letter remaining unread. I watched as he put the lit match against it, almost immediately it went up in flames. Tommy’s eyes never looked away from mine as he held the burning letter in his hand. 

Feeling the flame getting closer to his fingers he dropped the paper to the ground stomping on it with his foot so it wouldn’t set fire to anything else.

Lifting my gaze from his foot to his face, his face was emotionless but his eyes were hungry not with lust but with love. He was silently telling me everything I needed to know.

I was his, and he was mine and together we were going to get through anything.

Needing to be in his arms I threw myself into his body, wrapping my arms around his back, burying my face into his chest. His scent bringing a feeling of calm over me.

Tommy placed his arms around me, pulling me tighter into him, his head coming down to rest his chin on my head just like I had wanted, just like I had needed.  

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[smartylina]

I’m breaking the rules and not going on anon, because I’ve got some STUFF to say and you’re gonna hear it, bestie!

I love you to absolute pieces. There aren’t words (in any language!) to describe how much you mean to me, and how happy I am that you took my advice what seems like forever ago!

If it wasn’t for you, I would’ve given up last year and hung my rp hat up for good and I am so grateful to you for rekindling my love for this hobby. Who could have thought that one little innocent comment and piece of advice would bring us here?!

Coming from someone who is hard on themselves, you are too hard on yourself bestie! You’re an amazing, incredibly talented, detail oriented writer and it’s clear how much love and passion you have for Malina or any of your characters with every reply. And how much passion you share with me for this goofy movie and cartoon that we both love so much.

I love your writing so much, and your ability to continue learning even though you have your impressive degree and are currently teaching English. I will never not be impressed with your ability to write so well in two languages. Not to mention also being able to speak a third and . . . fourth? I can’t remember how many you know, but I could absolutely never. 😂

For anyone who has seen Malina on the dash and hasn’t interacted yet, YOU ARE MISSING OUT. Not only is the muse ON POINT, multi faceted, backed by canon and headcanon, continuously explored by the mun, AND incredibly lovable— but the mun is an absolute sweetheart who deserves the world and then some, and is one of if not the sweetest, most adorable and friendly person I’ve met in all of my years in this hobby.

ILU BESTIE, and you can fight me all you want but I’m winning this one!

NEVER. CHANGE. ❤️

AND I'M BREAKING THE RULES TOO THEN! AND I'M GOING TO FIGHT YOU!

I CAN'T DESCRIBE HOW MUCH I ADORE YOU!! You're the absolute best and deserve an award for being the most gorgeous person ever! I thank you for your wonderful words and the love you give me! I'm so glad I gathered the courage to talk to you on Twitter! I asked for advice because I was too shy to say "I WANT TO BE YOUR SECOND MALINA BUT IDK IF I SHOULD START RPING, GIVE ME ADVICE." AHAHAH. Bless you for asking for a Malina here! And thank you for loving this franchise as much as I do!

Writing has always been a big help for me to practice English qwq I know the language mainly bc I read and wrote fanfics at home. And with you I'm learning new vocabulary and remember grammar so you're like my teacher! And I'm here to teach my kids IRL, I want them to meet skilled, beautiful and wonderful people like you but they must speak English first! >:(

I'll go and yell and sob at you in DMS so this wont be longer but TYSM I LOVE YOU MORE BESTIE!! LET'S KEEP WRITING KUZLINA ALL DAY AND NIGHT LONG!! ♡ ❤️

And ty for the smol promo Awww 🥺

[iloveyou-writers]

Some days, the bad days, I sometimes consider giving up writing. It seems like an insurmountable task, where every sentence is a challenge. Writing in my second language only makes it even more complicated. On these days, I struggle to remember why I do it, why telling stories is fun and a gift. Unfortunately, on those days, my brain keeps telling me that I'm not good at it, that I'll never write anything special. On those days, I look at other talented writers and feel the green monster Jealousy come to life. It's hard, lonely and I hate it.

My saving grace is that I know it will pass, that tomorrow is a new day and hopefully I will find the joy and passion again. Because I really love creating and telling stories and I still have so much that I want to tell and share.

Your blog is amazing and I am impressed with the work you do to keep up the motivation and encourage everyone to "keep writing".

Thank you ❤️

I'm one of those shy followers who rarely find the courage to interact because I'm afraid of being rejected (which has happened far too often), but today I found the courage, almost.

Wow, if English is your 2nd language, I have to give you kudos for your ability to write in it first and foremost. Your grammar and your word choices are impeccable. 👏🏽

Secondly, I totally get the green with envy stuff. It can be really hard to see someone who seems more talented than you, but you know what? That person may be writing in their first language. The mere fact that you're writing in a language that isn't your native tongue is SUPER inspiring and incredible and you should seriously commend yourself for it.

Writing is hard. Anyone that says "anyone can write" really doesn't consider the mental and emotional toll that writing can have on a person. Maybe "anyone" is capable of putting words on a page, but writing is so much more than just simply putting words on a page, and it can feel so overwhelming sometimes. The emotional toll can be a real burden and I'm so proud of you for sticking it out and continuing through all of these thoughts and feelings.

You are always welcome to reach out to me. I'm happy to chat or encourage you or send you cute photos of my animals, whatever. :)

I hope you have a wonderful rest of your weekend and that your week goes swimmingly. Thank you for trusting me enough to reach out and I hope you find love and relief from receiving this answer. <3