#Mac rambles about fiction

[depizan]

I'm a very weird and picky audience for fiction, to the point that my tastes are sometimes a mystery for myself. Well, no, it isn't really my tastes--those I'm pretty sure of (baring the occasional weird outlier)--it's more a question of why things work for me or don't work for me.

Why does Thing One draw me in while (objectively similar!) Thing Two gets a meh (or worse) from me? What makes me care about the stakes in This Work of Fiction but not This Other Work of Fiction? Why do I sometimes feel like tastes fall into a weird area of a Venn diagram that is otherwise made up of things I really don't like?

I know that there are certain things that just lose me. But some of those things are really not that different from things that I am 100% down for.

In one sense, I don't care about stakes (at least not the way a lot of people talk about them). I will absolutely rewatch or reread something I love to the point that I practically have it memorized. And it will be the same thrilling ride every time. Yet one of the things that irritated me about the last two fantasy books I've read for bookclub was that they fucked up the stakes. But I'm struggling to even articulate what that means.

I mean, I know it's important to me that the characters care about the stakes, the conflict, whatever's going on in the story. If they don't, why should I. But that's not what either Fourth Wing or the Fantasy Novel I'm Not Going to Name Because I'm Pretty Sure It Doesn't Objectively Suck failed at. They failed in other different ways when it came to the conflict/stakes.

Actually, there is one way they both failed at conflict/stakes: too many things in both books were life or death. The first person narrator is not going to die. Or at least they aren't going to die at any point before the end of the book. Not unless there's some kind of framing sequence going on.

Now, I'm not saying you can't have tension with a first person narrator. You absolutely can. Loads of stories do. They switch the question from will narrator live to how will narrator get out of this one. Or they throw narratively possible bad outcomes at them. "Aw, fuck, I screwed up and now I've been captured by the bad guy. I am absolutely not going to enjoy the next few chapters."

Or you can lean in hard to the character not knowing that they can't fail. We know that James Bond will always stop the bomb's countdown with 007 left on the clock, but James Bond doesn't know that. And if you do a good enough job of putting the reader in the character's head, they're going to forget that oh, yeah, the main character isn't going to die a quarter of the way through the book.

But, again, that works best if there's other stuff in between the life or death bits.

The other way that they both failed at stakes was in not getting the reader (or at least not getting me) invested in the big picture. In Fourth Wing it is blatantly obvious that the main character is in the evil country of evil. Am I supposed to care if the evil country of evil succeeds at anything? (Except in the negative sense.) In the other fantasy book, I didn't have enough of a sense of any of the big picture stuff to know that I should care. (At least up until I started skimming... when it lost me, it really lost me.)

Also, which I already ranted about, The Fantasy Novel I'm Not Going to Name had the main characters make a deal with the Lying Liars Who Lie....who lied. I know all conflict in fiction is made up, but can we at least pretend it isn't?

You know, I think I'm just coming to realize how much I hate the Main Character Trusts One Of The Lying Liars Who Lie/Betrayer McBackstaby trope. Like, I knew I hated it. I ranted about the episode of the Mandalorian that used it. But in Fantasy Book it basically resulted in a whole series of events that I didn't care about because I was too busy rolling my eyes. Its literally where the book lost me.

It didn't help that at the same time, it threw in an additional conflict thing that...probably doesn't hold up to fridge scrutiny, but also just felt unnecessary. On the one hand, I know why the author did it. On the other hand, it irritated me because it diminished other aspects of the story. And then the main character made a deal with The Lying Liars That Lie, and it was all downhill from there.

Though even that is weird, because I don't dislike dramatic irony in general and I'm quite fond of Trust No One, which is second cousin to Trusting Backstabs McTraitor. But the thing is, with good dramatic irony, the characters have no reason to know the thing that they don't know. If they know or should know, it isn't dramatic irony, it's just obnoxious.

Which isn't to say that characters can't make bad choices. That can be great. But they have to be bad choices that make sense for the character and the story. They can't just be "welp, now I need the main character to do this incredibly, unrealistically unwise thing for plot reasons." At least not if you don't want me to go scream about your book/TV show episode/movie on Tumblr.

Okay, maybe all of this boils down to "I like things when they're done well and not when they aren't." But I am also the person who enjoys the Bond movie everyone knows is terrible, so who am I to say what's done well.

Which might be the other part of it. Does [Trope/Plot Beat/What Have You] make the story more fun or less fun? If it makes the story more fun, that's a hell yeah from me. If it makes the story less fun, that's a nope. And I realize that is a wildly subjective standard.

And suddenly I realize that I was probably supposed to be enjoying the things in The Unnamed Fantasy novel. As in, it probably was supposed to be fun. But I really struggle with the whole Fantasy, But With Blood, Cursing, And Tits genre. The Legend of Vox Machina grew on me once I got past the first episode, but that might be the only time when something in that genre actually did.

Well, outside of fanfic. Though, there it's more just blood and cursing.

I don't even know where I was going with all this, beside that it's very difficult to find things that are to my taste (as opposed to things I want to yeet out the window), possibly because my taste lands in a weird spot on the Venn diagram of fiction.

[denfucker]

i really wish i was normal about ronald mcdonald but when he appeared on screen in the abbott crossover i almost started crying. i love him so much

[sorrowsofsilence]

the bet • bad omens

pairing: all bad omens members x fem!reader

words: 8.4K • masterlist

warnings: 18+, fwb and lust, smut with each member (you are the bet lol)(penetration pls wrap it b4 u tap it, male!receiving, photos taken, fem!receiving, swearing, nicknames: pretty girl, princess, good girl, baby girl), jealousy, mentions of alcohol/smoking/edibles)

summary: each of them want you- so they decide to make a bet.

note: this is purely self indulgent and filthy lmao, i hope you enjoy.

PS. THIS IS A FANFIC ABOUT REAL PEOPLE IN FICTIONAL SCENARIOS. I AM NOT IMPLYING THIS IS HOW THESE PEOPLE ARE IRL OR THAT THIS SITUATION WOULD HAPPEN. IT IS FOR FANFIC PURPOSES ONLY!

Folio finished licking the wrapper, rolling the buds to form a joint while twisting the end, smiling down at his handy work.

Noah sat across from him on the couch, sharing a bag of chips with Ruffilo, while Jolly opened a beer on the left, placing it on the coffee table.

“I always win on little Mac,” Noah mumbled, still salty that Ruffilo kicked his ass as Ganondorf. The two had been rambling about their previous Super Smash Bros session.

“Do you?” Ruffilo laughed, shovelling a few chips in his mouth, “I think it’s time to leave little Mac behind.”

Noah sent him a glare in response, clearly unimpressed with that suggestion, before eyeing Folio.

He lit the joint, taking a slow drag before blowing the smoke out of his nose and leaning across the table to hand it to Noah.

It had been a while since they got to enjoy each other’s company casually like this. With five consecutive days off until their next show, and only one day of travel between, this was the longest time they’ve had this whole tour to relax.

Noah sucked the smoke into his lungs, before passing it to Ruffilo, “Man, I’m so glad we finally have some time to catch up on sleep.”

All of them nodded their heads in agreement, sinking into their seats as the smoke filled the room.

Jolly now held the joint between his inked fingers, rolling it between them, “I don’t think I’ve caught up… ever.”

Folio agreed, scrolling through his phone to pick some music, and hooked up to the room’s speaker. “I’d like to get out and enjoy the scenery, too. Go for a walk like a normal human or some shit.”

Noah hummed in agreement, sitting up to take a sip of his water. The room became hazy in no time, the smell of weed pungent as the conversation jumped from topic to topic.

Eventually, each of them became quiet, only the music ringing between the walls anticipating Nicholas’ question.

“Where’s Y/N? Did she go to bed?”

Noah’s eyes flicked over to Folio, analyzing his expression before darting to Jolly, who stared nonchalantly at the beer can on the table.

Ruffilo’s gaze danced between the boys as they sat quietly until Jolly spoke.

“Nah. She goes to bed late. Probably busy doing something with Matt.”

The tech's name echoed between each of the boys, ringing in their ears with resentment. They loved Matt, but the amount of time he got to spend with the one girl who drove them all mad made them envious- and question his motives.

Folio took a quick puff, passing it over the table to Ruffilo, “You think they’ve hooked up?”

Jolly took a long sip of his beer, face scrunching subtly. Certainly not from the drink- but at the mere suggestion of you and Matt.

Noah shrugged, his eyes rolling in annoyance at the thought.

“What,” Folio laughed, gaze narrowing in hinted understanding with his friend, “jealous?”

Noah coughed from the weed, and accusation, waving his hand in front of his face to help dissipate the ever-building smoke- but the word hung heavy in the enclosed space.

Noah, Folio, and Ruffilo all tried to hide their envious glances towards the eldest member, who chugged the remainder of his drink before twisting the empty can in his fingers. Anything to distract himself from the tension.

To say you affected the boys was an understatement. They were completely enamoured by you; obsessed with every smile, every laugh, every lingering touch.

You had joined their crew a year ago, partnering with Matt on sound mixing during their live sets. You were a phenomenal addition to their growing team and a much-needed asset. However, your work ethic and talent weren’t the only things that had them engrossed.

Every time you sat next to one of them, or even looked in their direction- each was ready to fold. None of them would even hesitate to fall onto their knees and succumb to your every desire.

If only you asked them to.

And the one lucky bastard who got a sweet taste of your touch one rare night three months ago?

The one who remained silent at Folio’s burdensome allegation?

Jolly kept his eyes on the can, playing with the metal tab as he fought the smile that twitched on his lips.

“Fucking lucky asshole,” Folio whined, throwing a pillow in annoyance at the Swede.

Jolly snickered, throwing it back at the drummer who barely dodged it with brows furrowed bitterly.

“It was one time,” Jolly rolled his head back, “and it’s not like we had sex.”

Noah grabbed the joint from Ruffilo, closing his eyes as he inhaled, “Yeah,” he exhaled with spite as he tilted his head animatedly, “but you got, and I quote, ‘the best fucking head I’ve ever had, hands down,’ end quote.”

Jolly didn’t even try and hide the wide smile that grew on his lips, earning another pillow being thrown at him, this time from Noah.

God, what the singer would give to have your lips wrapped around him. What the Nicks would do to have a peek at the secrets beneath your hoodie.

“I’d kill to have just one more night with her,” Jolly said.

“At least you had one,” Noah glared. He was jealous. They all were.

It was silent momentarily, before Folio sighed, speaking for the room, “Fuck, what I’d do to get a piece of that ass.”

Noah and Jolly nodded along, Ruffilo watching through the corner of his eye.

“Same,” Noah ran a hand along his face, “That pretty little mouth of hers? Shit.”

Although Ruffilo agreed with everything they said, he felt the need to bud in, “Don’t like, objectify her.”

Noah immediately scoffed, turning his head to face his best friend, “Don’t act like you don’t think about what it would feel like getting your dick sucked by her.”

Ruffilo shrugged, reaching into the chip bag, “I mean yeah, Y/N’s hot-” He wanted to continue to discuss her wonderful personality, but Noah interjected.

“See? Point proven,” He said, sticking his tongue out at the long-haired brunette.

“She’s got all of us dick whipped bro,” Folio shook his head, taking a swig of his beer, “and she’s literally just existing.”

Jolly laughed, sitting up in his chair, “I bet she’d suck my dick again. At least once more.”

Ruffilo raised a brow, hiding his jealousy with a handful of chips.

“Yea?” Noah leaned onto his knees, elbows perched on either one, “I bet she’d let me rail her. Multiple times.”

The slanted smile that grew upon Jolly’s face said it all as Folio took the last puff of the blunt, and then tossing it into the ashtray, “Hey- I bet I could do both.”

The three of them shared a glance, then turned to Ruffilo.

“I bet all that and more,” He said, chin resting on his palm.

"Yeah?" Jolly snickered, standing up to crack open another beer by the counter in the hotel room. "Fine, then. Deal." He tilted his head as he took a swig of the amber drink.

“How do you win then?” Noah began, raising a brow.

Jolly crossed his arms over his chest in contemplation, then shrugged, “First one to do anything sexual wins.”

Noah shook his head, pointing an accusatory finger. “No, because you automatically have a one-up. First to get two consecutive nights with her wins.”

“And winner gets what exactly?” Folio asked, staring between the boys.

Ruffilo shrugged his shoulders at his own suggestion, “Dibs?”

A stare-down commenced before Jolly walked back over, leaning forward to place his hand above the coffee table. Folio joined, his hand on Jolly’s before Noah and Ruffilo followed, stacking their hands and signing away their pride.

“Ok, Bet.” Folio’s smirk lit up his face.

“Bet.”

=

Completely oblivious to the deal behind the door, you knocked on the wood with your foot, arms full of various snacks. Matt stood next to you, carrying boxes of drinks as you waited for the hotel door to open.

The talking on the otherside quieted as the knob turned, the drummer nervously coughing as he opened the door. The smell of weed slapped you in the face as the dank haze that flowed out filled your lungs.

Folio’s eyes remained fixated on you as he held the door, a faint blush tinting his cheeks as you nodded gratefully at him. The immediate silence from the four boys in the room made your chest tighten, and nerves ran to the ends of your fingertips as you walked towards the counter.

You weren’t oblivious to the stares as each of the boys watched you place the items on the faux marble, their gazes lingering longer than usual. There was an odd energy in the room you couldn’t quite put your finger on, but when you turned back around, each quickly distracted themselves with their drinks or snacks.

Flashing the boys a small smile, you hid your overthinking thoughts.

Maybe they didn’t want you here.

With a nervous breath, you swallowed that thought, reaching for the can Matt held out to you.

“Sorry we took so long. We did a quick rehearsal for Friday, then ran to the store.”

Noah glanced at you quickly before averting his eyes, Ruffilo doing the same. Folio sat back down on the couch, Matt plopping next to him with a grunt.

The room felt heavy as they continued to bounce silent words between each other, the challenge of the bet, unknown to you, sinking in their minds.

Matt took a sip of his drink, scanning each of his friends and their strange demeanour, “The fuck is wrong with y’all?” he said, scoffing with a raised brow, “Why are you acting like a bunch of fucking weirdos.”

Ruffilo coughed, taking a swig of his drink before handing the bag of chips to Noah, who immediately shovelled a handful into his mouth as if avoiding the question.

“We were just having a deep conversation before you got here, is all,” Jolly clicked his tongue, staring at you longingly before turning his attention to Matt. “How did the rehearsal go?”

Standing there awkwardly for a moment, you swung your legs to distract yourself, before looking at the taken seats. Tuning out Matt’s rambling, you didn’t know where to sit, until you noticed the arm of the chair Jolly sat on.

You were decently close to Jolly- considering his cock was shoved down your throat during that one drunk escapade- but all things considered, you knew he wouldn’t mind if you sat next to him there.

As soon as you walked across the room, you felt each of their gazes burning into you, watching your every move. Jolly's brows raised in surprise as you approached him, and you hummed nervously before taking a seat on the hard arm of the chair.

Giving them all a curt smile, you took another sip of your drink, staring at the carpeted ground.

“Surely that can’t be comfortable love.”

Jolly’s accent was thick, snapping you away from your thoughts.

“Here,” he tugged your wrist, motioning for you to sit on his lap, “Trust me I don’t mind.”

“Oh-” was all you could say before his hands grabbed your hips, sliding you down onto him.

You chewed on the inside of your cheek, trying not to wiggle too much above the guitarist, but needing to get comfortable. His fingers still gripped your hips, moving with your shifting.

Folio's eye-roll and Noah’s annoyed frown went unnoticed, but you caught a glimpse of Ruffilo's clenched fist, his knuckles tightening momentarily.

“You sure?” You mumbled, shaking your head, “I’m okay on the arm, or even the floor-”

Jolly laughed, the melodic sound leaving the hairs on your arm standing. His enigmatic personality always left you nervous.

"I am more than sure.”

Matt moved on and picked up the conversation again, the boys finally joining at a more normal pace and talking about this week's plans. Yet your mind felt foggy as one of Jolly’s hands crept from your waist, down to the top of your thigh.

He stilled his movements for a few minutes, your chest tightening.

“Maybe we can go to an aquarium, or-” The thought was cut short, breath caught in your throat once you felt Jolly’s inked fingers rubbing up and down your skin, slowly reaching to squeeze the inside of your thigh.

With your gaze kept forward you took another sip, “-a movie?”

Matt’s eyes wandered to Jolly’s hand, squinting in confusion momentarily before standing up to grab one of the snacks you picked from the counter.

“I’m down for whatever,” the blonde said, tossing you a bag of candy. Smiling at him gratefully, you opened the bag and took a piece, using it to distract you.

“I like the sound of a movie,” Noah said, staring at Folio as he spoke. He tried to hide the ever-growing envy in his chest, “Haven’t been to one with people in forever.”

“Why is it you like going alone again?” Folio asked, eyes locked on Noah, shielding his vision from Jolly.

Noah laughed, “No handjobs, just me and my vitamin water.”

You tried listening to their conversations but felt the swede shift beneath you, slowly guiding your hips in a circular motion.

Jolly’s growing arousal pushed against you from beneath, leaving your stomach swirling at his advancement. It was bold- even for him. You crossed your legs in an attempt to suppress your desire, but he knew.

He knew the effect he had.

The way his fingers kept kneading at your thighs left your heart pounding. What was he doing? What was wrong with you?

As the boys started dragging on about Elden Ring, Jolly adjusted to whisper in your ear, “So, you forgot something in your room, right?”

Heat rose to your cheeks, goosebumps adorning your skin at his comment. All you could do was nod before standing up, taking a final sip and tossing the can into the bin.

The conversation stopped as you walked toward the door, Jolly standing up from the chair.

“Where are you going?” Ruffilo asked you, biting his lip to distract himself. They all knew.

“I just- forgot something in my room.” You said, trying to shrug it off.

Once you left, all eyes turned to Jolly, the smug smile on his face radiant in satisfaction.

Folio stood up, pointing an accusative finger, “You just- I- that’s cheating.”

Jolly grabbed the hair tie off his wrist, pulling his dark strands into a quick bun as he walked toward the door.

Turning to face his competitors, his best friends, he smiled, “Don’t hate the player. Hate the game.”

=

Jolly’s mouth moved with yours as he held you on top of the desk in your room. You didn’t think you’d ever be in this position with him again- but you certainly didn’t mind.

“Do you think about that night often?” He asked, hands holding your hips in place.

You’d be lying if you said you didn’t think about your previous night with him, but you always tried to push the thoughts away. You didn’t think anything would happen again, and you knew deep down you couldn’t continue anything like this with him.

You liked him, sure, but weren’t committed to the idea of a relationship.

But, one more night wouldn’t hurt, right?

“Sometimes,” You whispered, hands clasped around the back of his neck as he kissed along your jaw, “do you?”

Pulling you off the desk he held you close to him, lips devouring yours for a second longer, “More than I probably should.”

His admission made your knees weak. You didn’t care if they were only words of infatuation; you loved the effect you had on him.

Taking your hand, you tugged on his belt, letting your hand rub along his covered erection. Jolly’s immediate whimper made you smile against his lips.

Allowing yourself to kneel before him, you pulled the leather apart, undoing the zipper.

He was sensitive to every touch, eyes never leaving you and absorbing every movement you made. Knowing this, you couldn’t help but tease him, leaning in to graze your teeth over his underwear.

Looking up at the swede through your lashes, he watched, lips parted in need as you pressed your tongue against the tip, still using the cotton as a barrier.

Jolly’s fingers ran through the side of your hair, tangling in the strands as you took a finger, gliding it between the hem of his boxers. He shook his head, giving you an exasperated smile.

Finally tugging down the fabric, you ran the flat of your tongue across his length, swiping along the head slightly before trailing back down.

“You’re going to be the death of me,” He breathed, the teasing smile causing him to lick his lips.

“Why not give you something more to think about?” You shrugged, wrapping your hand around the base, before taking him in your mouth.

The immediate relief on Jolly’s face made you chuckle along his cock, the taste of his pre-cum salty against your tongue.

Swirling around the tip you swallowed him, taking everything he offered as best you could before pulling away, allowing the string of saliva to follow.

You twisted your hand around, using your saliva to assist your movements before sucking and pressing your tongue along the base.

“Fuck,” he groaned, his other hand replacing yours on his cock, holding it to your lips.

You clasped your hands behind your back, only using your mouth as you bobbed along, being sure to keep your eyes on him.

He watched you with furrowed brows, the crease in his forehead evidence of his growing orgasm. His hips slowly rutted into your mouth, matching your movements in a synchronized wave.

“Shit princess, you’re so fucking hot.”

His encouraging words made your face warm, his cock buried in your throat causing you to gag along him.

“Let me take a picture of you. A memoir if I may?”

You pulled off of him, continuing to using your hand as you spoke, “Only if you keep it to yourself.”

Jolly smiled, reaching for his phone on the desk, holding it above you, “Of course.”

Using your hand you continued to stoke him as you sucked.

“Just your mouth,” He whispered, “That’s it.”

You held your hands behind your back once again, being sure to look up into the camera- just for him.

Jolly continued with praises until you felt him stiffen, eyes fighting closure.

A deep groan crawled from his chest as he held you still, his release coating the back of your throat.

Closing your eyes you swallowed everything, sticking out your tongue to show him.

“That’s a good girl,” He ran his fingers along your scalp in approval.

Standing up you helped him with his pants, pulling them back over his waist and putting his belt back together.

Jolly leaned into your body, holding your jaw firmly as he kissed you once again.

“Let me take care of you,” He said between kisses, and you pulled away smiling.

Looking at the clock on the nightstand it was well past 2 am. Despite the throbbing ache between your legs, you knew you needed some sleep before travelling tomorrow.

“I love sucking you off, so don’t worry about it,” You said slowly, leaning in to give him a quick kiss, “but I need to go to bed… so, rain check?”

Jolly’s eyes flashed with something you missed, fighting back a cocky grin, “of course. you know where to find me.”

Once the guitarist made it back to his hotel room, the boys were still sitting in their spots, now glaring daggers toward him.

“One down. One more to go,” Jolly said, licking his bottom lip in accomplishment as he thrust into the air for cocky effect.

“Dick,” Noah mumbled, to which Matt stared at his friends, confused once again.

“Clearly I’m missing something,” The blonde groaned, and shook his head.

=

After hours of travelling the next day, you were exhausted. The crew had pulled up to the next hotel- and things were going smoothly up until checking in at reception.

“What do you mean we’re short a room?” Matt said to the lady, clearly confused, “We’ve had this booked for weeks.”

“I’m sorry but you only had three rooms in the original booking.” The woman was sympathetic, hands folded in front of her, “There aren’t any more available but we can put a cot in one of the rooms.”

The one thing you respected most about the boys was how they always gave you a room to yourself; but it would be ok to share just for one night, wouldn’t it?

The boys looked at each other, before shrugging.

“I guess that’s fine,” Matt said.

Looking at them you scratched your arm nervously, “I can share my room so you don’t have to do that, I don’t mind.”

“With who?” Folio asked quickly, each of them turning to watch you intensely.

You almost laughed at how weird they were being, before shaking your head, “Uh I don’t care.”

Quickly glancing at Jolly, you knew it would be a bad idea if you two were together.

So you looked at the brunette next to him, his thick brows raising in surprise once he met your gaze.

Ruffilo stared at you, blinking rapidly before calming his composure. He wanted to share a room with you so bad. But he knew the others would too. Would you pick him?

And when his name fell off your lips he almost yelled out loud, ready to pump a fist into his chest then and there.

“Uh, Ruffilo? Care to share?”

The sweet boy was always one of your favourites, even if you tried to avoid bias between them. He’d be a harmless partner, right?

The way his face flushed a deep maroon made you smile nervously, afraid you put him on the spot. “It’s okay if you’re not comfortable, I’m happy to offer the room to someone else?”

“No! No, it’s totally fine with me.” He peered at Noah, who stared at the ground, “That ok with you Noah?”

“Sure man,” Noah’s curt grin made your stomach swirl as his gaze flicked toward you, unspoken words lingering behind his stiff expression.

Grabbing a keycard you nodded at Ruffilo, who trailed behind you.

You didn’t see how he glanced back at his friends, holding his fingers up in an ‘L’ on his forehead.

Hearing various scoffs behind you, you turned to raise a brow, “Okay, what is with you guys lately?”

They all shook their heads as everyone entered the elevator, leaving you to eye Matt who just shrugged, looking as confused as you.

“You guys have been acting weirder than usual- like- you’re normally weird- but since last night something’s been off. Did I do something wrong?”

“No not at all-“ Ruffilo was quick to defend you, his silver eyes wide with worry, “you’ve done nothing. I think we are all just relieved to have some time off for once. Right?”

He looked around swiftly at the boys who nodded.

“Tired,” Noah said, his eyes lingering on your figure for a moment too long.

“Hungry,” Folio said, licking his lips, almost in annoyance, as he peeled his eyes away.

Jolly didn’t even glance at you, his face neutral- an attempt to hide his disappointment you chose Ruffilo over him.

He was this close to winning the bet.

Matt looked around quickly, shaking his head, “I’m sure a little TLC will cure their… brain fog or whatever. You guys need to like, get laid or something- Jesus.”

Noah snickered audibly before staring up at the ceiling of the elevator. Folio stared at his shoes.

Once you got to the room you held the card against the sensor, waiting for the door to click. Opening it, you and Ruffilo stood in the doorway, your chest tightening as you entered.

“I don’t mind joining them on a cot-” he began, but you gave him a shrug.

There was only one bed, meaning the two of you would be sharing.

“It’s alright with me if it’s alright with you.”

Ruffilo only smiled, his nervous wading back as he rolled his suitcase into the room, “I guess we should get ready to go to dinner?”

=

Getting back to the room was a blessing and a curse.

You were tired, but also nervous as the bassist trailed behind you.

As you two got ready for bed you tried to avert your eyes while Ruffilo unbuttoned his shirt in the corner, the brunette glancing at you every so often.

Coughing shyly, you averted your eyes as you grabbed your pyjamas, sliding into the washroom to change.

It felt almost scandalous to be wearing such small shorts and a thin tank top, but you pushed that away and reminded yourself that it was just one night. It would be fine.

Ruffilo sucked in a breath when you walked out, and you tried to hide your staring as he stood there shirtless in his shorts. Your eyes darted back to his chest, following the lines of his tattoos.

“I hope it’s ok I don’t wear a shirt… I run warm,” He said restlessly as he sat on the edge of the bed. His leg bounced up and down and you suddenly felt bad you suggested he room with you.

Maybe he was more uncomfortable with this than you had thought.

“Nicholas you don’t have to share with me-”

“No!” He stood up, hands out in reassurance. His reaction made you chuckle as his face warmed again, shaking his head, “I mean, no it’s okay. I- I want to stay here with you.”

“I don’t want to make you uncomfortable,” You said, arms folded across your chest in insecurity.

“You don’t- I-” He stood there, tucking his hair behind his ear, “I just- You make me nervous, but that’s not a you problem.”

You chuckled again, turning off the main room light, and clicking on the nightstand lamp, “I make you nervous?”

Crawling into your side of the bed, Nicholas followed, tucking himself beneath the covers on the edge of his side, afraid to be any closer to you.

“Why do I make you nervous?” You asked, pulling down the hotel room pillows, and lying on your side to face him.

The bass player followed your movements, facing you as he got comfortable. He closed his eyes, contemplating his words before speaking his confession.

“You’re mesmerizing. Everything about you makes my heart pound.” He said softly, his words sinking deep within your skin.

All you could do was stare at him, his grey eyes flickering between your own, waiting for a response.

“Really?” Was all you could say, your stomach swirling with butterflies as you bit back a smile.

Ruffilo nodded, hands beneath his head as he watched you with a shy grin.

Your heart began to race as you hid your face in the pillow, suppressing a nervous laugh. “You’re the hot one in a band.”

“Yeah well- you’re the pretty girl we are lucky enough to have all to ourselves.”

“Shh, stop.” You whispered, ears flushed as his words sunk into your mind.

The evening was spent sharing random stories and laughing at each other’s jokes. You couldn’t stop smiling as you and Ruffilo turned off your lamps, rolling to face away from each other and letting sleep take over.

However, your mind raced with a chest warm with admiration, before finally falling into a deep slumber.

-

Waking up you felt a set of strong arms wrapped around your waist, body pressed against your back.

Your limbs were entangled with Nicholas’ body fitting against yours; however, something else caught your attention.

Ruffilo’s body was stiff as you accidentally moved your hips into him, trying to pull away slowly- but his grip on your torso tightened, holding you against him.

His cock pressed into you from behind, causing your heart to pound.

God, this would be so wrong, wouldn’t it?

Ruffilo’s hands gripped your hips as he rolled into you slowly, breath brushing across your neck.

Closing your eyes you smiled, contemplating whether to do this or not; but what’s the harm in a quick morning fuck? With someone who liked you just as much as you liked them?

You pushed your body against him slowly, rutting back and forth along him teasingly.

The groan that left Ruffilo’s chest caused your body to warm, tingling from the excitement as he squeezed the skin beneath your tank top.

“I want you so bad Y/N,” He whispered against your ear, lips grazing down the lobe toward your neck.

“Then have me,” you breathed, taking your hand and holding his thigh, pulling him closer toward you.

Ruffilo’s lips attached to your neck, teeth biting along the delicate skin. You allowed him to suck, marking you below your ear.

He hooked a finger in your shorts, pulling them down your legs swiftly as he continued to spooned you. Taking his inked fingers, he dipped them between your thighs from behind, running them thoroughly along your folds.

Ruffilo’s touch made you squirm, buzzing from the thrill of him.

“You’re so fucking wet,” he said quietly, a mix of awe and lust as he used your arousal to lubricate himself.

“I woke up with your cock pressed up against me, what do you expect?” You gave him a breathy laugh as he lined up to your entrance, pushing just his tip inside.

You cursed as the brunette held your hips once again, nails digging into the skin as he slowly sunk further into you, right to the hilt.

Allowing your body to adjust you moaned at the feeling of Ruffilo taking over your body. It wasn’t long until his thrusts were quick, fucking you with needy desperation from behind as you two lay on the bed.

“Oh my god,” he groaned, his infatuation with your pussy leaving you a smiling mess as he pounded into you, hands worshiping your skin, “you feel so fucking good.”

The lewd sounds that left the both of you filled the room, and once he reached between your thighs, fingers pressing into your core with a circular motion, you screamed out his name.

“I’m not going to last long,” He breathed, leaning in to bite your shoulder as he held you close. His admission pushed you over the edge, his fingers pressing into you, cock buried deep.

With the cry of his name, you clenched around his body. Ruffilo pulled out, stoking himself quickly as his release coated your back, the warmth making you jolt.

The two of you lay there for a moment, chests heaving. Ruffilo watched you in awe as you turned, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek as he pulled you into his chest.

You relished in the moment he kissed your forehead, his warm breath cascading down your face as you squeezed him close.

What did you just do?

Getting up you quickly headed to the shower after giving him another which kiss.

Your mind spun as your body came down from the orgasm, and when you closed the bathroom door, Ruffilo sat up in bed, high-fiving himself.

One, he was just happy to even get a taste of your body- but two, he was officially on par with Jolly.

=

“Point for this guy.”

As he approached the boys at breakfast, Ruffilo pointed his thumbs toward himself proudly.

You were busy in the hotel room packing a backpack for the aquarium, and Ruffilo knew he had to gloat before you overhead.

“No fucking wayy,” Folio groaned, while Noah ran a frustrated hand down his face.

Nick and Noah felt defeated, both still needing at least one time to be even close to winning this bet.

Jolly folded his arms over his chest, sinking into the wooden chair at the breakfast table, “You’re just lucky she picked you to share the room. I would’ve already been calling dibs by now if it wasn’t for that.”

“Sure,” Ruffilo rolled his eyes, “but she picked me!” With a radiant smile, he dug into his breakfast, the eggs tasting even better than normal.

You and Matt walked into the room, stopping at the table. Ruffilo met your eyes momentarily, both of you flushing as you recalled this morning’s events.

“To the aquarium?” Matt asked, snapping you out of the trance, and Ruffilo shovelled down the rest of his food.

Folio ran a hand through his hair. It was now or never, and he didn’t want to lose.

Standing up he adjusted his shirt before approaching you, wrapping a hand around your wrist and leading the two of you out of the restaurant.

“Where are we-” you began as the drummer tugged you behind him, pressing a finger up to his lips to shush you.

His hand was warm as it held you taught against his side, pulling you out one of the back doors.

“Nick, where are we going?” You asked, but moulded into his touch, allowing him to tug you freely.

He didn’t say anything once you made it outside, and then pulled out a small bag.

Two square gummies sat inside the plastic as Folio held it up tauntingly.

“Let’s get high,” He said, letting go of your arm and opening the bag, holding the gummy out to you.

“What?” You laughed, raising a brow, “It’s like 10 am.”

“Trust me. It’s so fucking fun at aquariums. Last time I had the most fun I’ve ever had at an aquarium, ever.”

You snickered, shaking your head, “and how many times have you been to an aquarium?”

Folio gave you a cheeky look, “twice.”

That brought out another laugh, and you chewed on your lip. “Alright, sure Folio. Bet.”

His eyes clung to yours for a second too long at the word that left your lips, before prompting you to open your mouth.

Sticking out your tongue, he placed it in your mouth carefully, watching you intensely before placing the other in his mouth.

You savoured the taste of the berry flavour as you laughed, “I can’t believe we are doing this. You’re such a goof.”

Folio bumped your shoulder as he led you back inside, “a goof with great ideas.”

“And now what?” You asked.

Folio shoved the bag back into his pocket, the devilish smirk on his lips eating you alive, “Now we wait.”

=

The two of you were non-stop giggling in the car towards the end of the drive. Once you got to the aquarium, Folio reached for your hand, pulling you out of the vehicle.

It felt like a little secret between the two of you, yet everyone in the car glared towards the youngest member. You couldn’t help but wonder if they knew.

It wasn't very busy at the aquarium, with only a few people strolling around the different enclosures.

You and Folio were glued to each other’s sides, laughing at every single thing until it started driving the rest of the boys crazy.

“What is wrong with you?” Matt asked, pulling you aside. His annoyance mixed with concern made you smile, admiring his care for you.

You laughed, unable to take him seriously as you placed a hand on his shoulder, and touched his nose adoringly.

“Me and Nick took an edible,” the snort that came from your lips made you giggle even harder.

Folio then covered his mouth in the background. “Sorry Matty, I just can’t stop laughing.”

“Jesus,” Matt laughed, shaking his head in amusement, “Why am I not surprised?”

The blonde just smiled down at you warmly, and you pulled away from his interrogation as Folio dragged you toward a tank of angel fish.

“Oh my god, look,” you said excitedly, holding the drummer against you as you pressed your face against the tank. The feeling of the cool glass against your warm skin brought a newfound hyper awareness to your senses, causing you to giggle again.

“It’s more fun watching them swim around this way, isn’t it? They’re like little weird alien blobs.” Folio chuckled, and you nodded in agreement.

The two of you were attached at the hip, running ahead of everybody and taking in everything you could see.

You were too absorbed with Folio, and the Fish, to notice the annoyed grumbling that came from Ruffilo, Noah, and Jolly

Once you got to the otter enclosure, there was a chance to walk outside.

You and Folio followed the wooden pathway to the outside habitat, taking a seat on a bench.

The peak of the high felt like it was wearing off, and you could feel yourself getting a little sleepy.

Resting your head on Folio’s shoulder you closed your eyes, still smiling as the sun beamed against your skin.

“This has been so fun, Nick,” you whispered, nuzzling against his shirt that suddenly had the most amazing texture in the world.

Folio reached for your hand, holding it between his as he placed his head on top of yours, “it really has been.”

Pulling away you sat up, staring at the otters jumping and swimming in the water, until you felt a set of fingers gently reach under your chin.

Following his direction, Folio turned you to face him, leaning in slowly.

His heart was pounding so fast- he almost felt scared.

What if he didn’t want this to be part of some bet?

What if he wanted this to be real?

The closer he got to your lips, the more nervous he felt.

This was real for him.

You didn't pull away, allowing the drummer to press his mouth against yours. The kiss was delicate, and something you never felt before; leaving your limbs tingling- a mixture of your inebriation and excitement.

It seemed wrong to be kissing him- especially after everything that happened with Jolly and Ruffilo- but you couldn’t stop.

His lips were so soft, his kiss growing hungrier as he became filled with need at each breath. Folio reached his hand up to cup your cheek, and you pulled away from him, face warm as your fingers touched your tingling lips.

“Not in public,” you said quietly, giggling as he pouted.

“There’s no one out here at least,” Folio whispered, leaning in teasingly, nose touching yours, “I need your lips on mine.”

Biting your bottom lip you laughed, pressing your forehead against his as you closed your eyes, inhaling the fresh air.

“Ok, then where?” you met his ochre eyes, the deep brown almost enchanting as he watched you longingly.

Folio immediately stood up, eagerly holding onto your hand.

Walking together he pulled you inside, only for you to be stopped by Noah and Matt.

“Whatcha doing?” Noah asked, eyes darting between the two of you. You stared at him, swallowing nervously.

Somehow, You knew that he knew, and it made your ears turn hot.

“Snack,” Folio said, giving them a thumbs up.

“Oh, can we join?” Matt asked, and Noah nodded quickly.

“Yeah, that sounds like a great idea,” Noah said, watching you now.

“Uh,” you began, but Folio tugged on your wrist, pulling you away from them.

“Nope! Bye!” Folio said, sticking out his tongue at Noah, dragging you with him.

You began giggling once again, the high coming in waves. Folio looked around the place until he saw a single bathroom.

Dragging you inside he locked the door behind the two of you, immediately turning to pin you against the frame.

Your laughter then stopped as he loomed over you, heart racing as he kissed you desperately, tongue pressed against your bottom lip.

With a hand on your chin and a hand on your hip, he held you there, his body caging you to the door.

You moaned into his mouth, allowing your fingers to trail up into his short hair, running them through the gelled strands.

“You have no idea what you to do me, do you?” Folio breathed between kisses, the hand on your hip reaching further down to grip your ass, “To all of us?”

Swallowing his words as he spoke, your chest tightened.

Three boys in the last two days?

Where was all this coming from?

You weren’t oblivious to their stares or their advances- but it was odd that all of a sudden it felt like such a challenge for them to take you on.

But really? You didn’t mind at all.

Folio’s fingers gripped your chin harder, holding you to his mouth as his tongue pressed against yours with thirst before pulling back.

“I won’t let you forget me.” He said, a suggestive smile radiating above you as you looked up at him.

Your body almost vibrated at his words, anticipation ringing in your ears as he led you to the counter, lifting you to sit on the edge.

All you could do was watch as your limbs tingled, and Folio pulled your jeans down your thighs, leaving you exposed in your underwear.

He kissed you briefly again before trailing kisses down your neck, tugging your t-shirt down to kiss your shoulder.

You lifted the shirt for him, allowing his tongue to dip between the valley in your chest and down your stomach until he was kneeling before you.

Your breathing already felt erratic as you watched him smile up at you, his eyes lidded in lust as his fingers tugged your panties to the side, sinking between your folds.

Folio ran his fingers along your arousal for a moment, before sticking them into his mouth, tasting you.

“Fuck baby girl,” he moaned, positioning his hand at your entrance, “you taste so good.”

He pushed into you, curling and twisting until he found the spot that made your mouth open from pleasure. Bet and all, he wanted to make you feel good- to remember this moment despite who wins.

“You ever get eaten out when high before?” He asked between kisses, taking a brief moment to bite your thigh.

“N-no,” you whispered, trying to be quiet.

“Glad to be the first,” he teased, “I’d love to do it again if you want.”

“Y-yes,” you chewed back a moan, rolling your hips into his hand, “pl-lease.”

His attentiveness made your stomach swirl as he kissed the inside of your leg again, slowly trailing towards your desire. Folio pressed his tongue against your clit, flicking momentarily to match the pace of his fingers, before latching his mouth around you.

“Fuck, I love how soaked you are. All for me?”

Mumbling a confirmation, you covered your mouth with your hand, afraid of the ungodly sounds that fought from your chest.

As your head fell back into the mirror you couldn’t help but rut your hips into his mouth, seconds away from an orgasm as the tension in your abdomen built.

“Ohmygodnick,” you mumbled behind your hand, brows furrowed as your eyes squeezed shut while he ate you out feverishly.

You hadn’t noticed how Folio’s other hand held his arousal free from his pants, jerking himself as he devoured your body, hungry for your release and his.

You cried his name as his tongue pressed against you firmly, body shaking against his mouth while you reached your orgasm, fingers pulling his hair.

Folio was seconds behind, the sound of your muffled moans pushing him to his climax as he came all over the floor and his hand.

Pulling his mouth from your body he smiled up at you, lips wet from your release. He stood up, and you noticed his mess, smiling lustfully at him.

“That’s so hot,” you whispered, to which he laughed, the two of you now in a fit of giggles.

“Yeah?” He lifted you off the counter, pulling you forward to kiss him. The taste of you on his tongue elicited another small moan, his hand reaching down to squeeze your ass again.

Folio then cleaned you up, then himself, before holding you in a hug.

His arms were tightly wrapped around you, almost afraid to let go. You melted into him, heart racing with pure want and need.

“Whatever happens, just know how much I care about you alright?” He said, his words lingering.

You nodded, unsure what he meant about “whatever happens”.

But somehow, you knew it had something to do with all of them.

=

Two days later, the boys were sitting on the bus, bored. As much as they had enjoyed their days off, the anticipation of the next show always ate away at their nerves.

Jolly and Ruffilo were watching YouTube videos on the couch while Folio lay upside down in the chair, chucking a rubber ball at the vinyl wall.

Noah's ears rang with each throw, the thunk on the wall driving him crazy.

“Can you cut it out?” Noah mumbled, glaring daggers at Folio.

He stopped, raising an accusative brow, “What’s got your panties in a twist?”

Folio knew, but didn’t want to say anything- yet Jolly spoke for him.

“He’s just pissed he hasn’t gotten a chance with Y/N yet. Admit it, Noah, you’re gonna lose.” Jolly teased.

Noah held up his middle finger, causing the swede to chuckle as he responded.

“Better make a move sooner than later. Even I think Folio’s got a better chance at winning, as annoying as that is.”

The words made Noah’s skin crawl as Folio beamed beside him, throwing the ball against the wall once again just to spite the singer.

Noah had noticed how you’ve been staring at Folio ever since the aquarium; and shit, everyone but him.

He then stood up, frustration evident on his face. As the ball bounced back toward Folio's hand, Noah reached over to intercept, pushing it across the bus.

“Hey!” Folio snapped.

No one else said anything as Noah left the bus, slamming the door.

You were sitting with Matt outside, sharing memes, when you heard the door open and an angry Noah storm out.

Sharing a look with Matt, you stood up, watching as the brunette folded his arms in frustration as he paced in front of you two.

“Noah?” You approached him warily, worry evident in your tone.

His eyes softened when they met yours, but his arms remained stiff as he huffed.

He was frustrated, and for what?

They all bet on this. They all agreed.

However, the jealousy was starting to get to him, and he didn’t know how much more he could take.

“I’m fine,” Noah said sharply, inhaling quickly.

“You’re clearly not fine,” you said, reaching out to place a gentle hand on his arm.

Staring at you intensely, he melted into your touch- face flushing at your care.

“I just need a distraction,” he said, mostly to himself. But it was true nonetheless. He wanted a distraction from you, but deep down, he also wanted you to be the distraction.

Looking at your phone, you checked the time, seeing that it was still early in the afternoon, “Want to go see a movie?”

=

There wasn’t much to offer in the theatre, considering it was a random weekday. You decided to let Noah choose the movie, considering you were here for him.

To which, he purposefully picked some bullshit boring movie that nobody would book a ticket to since it was one of the last days it would be showing.

Walking into the theatre, Noah pushed you up the stairs by the small of your back, the feeling of his hand lingering on your skin as you sat down in the theatre.

Nobody else was in there, and you suddenly felt jittery that it was just the two of you. Both you and Noah sat in silence as the movie began- almost as if afraid to speak to each other.

The movie was immediately boring, and you kept watching as Noah nervously rubbed the tips of his thighs, his inked fingers gliding along his sweatpants.

Eventually, the singer grew the courage to place that hand on your thigh, making you jolt slightly from the contact.

Without looking at you, his hands crept slowly up and down your leg, warmth radiating off his skin. It was teasing, and you fought to keep staring at the screen ahead.

But you froze as the next words came from his mouth.

“I know you fucked all my friends.”

Something about the way he said it made the hairs on the back of your neck stand up, and he finally turned to look at you, the movie illuminating his features.

His eyes were dark as they bore into you, “You saving the best for last?”

Your mouth ran dry, unable to respond as he patted his lap, holding your hand to tug you along.

Unsure why you followed, you did, placing a leg on either side of his hips, sitting in his lap.

He scanned your face for a moment, as if relishing in the position of your body above his, and to gauge your reaction.

All you could do was swallow thickly, your heart pounding beneath your ribs as his stare never faltered.

"What do you want, Noah?" You whispered now. Even after everything else with Jolly, Ruffilo, and Folio- none of them seemed to make you as nervous as Noah did in this moment.

With a quiet hum, Noah let his hands squeeze your hips before roaming up your body, kneading against your clothes.

The brunette stopped right below your neck, waiting for you to swallow again before lightly pulling you down to his face, mouth inches from yours.

His breath was warm as he spoke.

“I bet I can make you cum three times in this theatre.”

Shivering at his words, you let him take control.

Noah's lips brushed yours, but he didn't dare give you a taste as he dipped his fingers into your waistband, sliding them past your underwear and right along your arousal.

He only chuckled at the feeling of your soaked core, knowing that you’d fold the second he put two fingers inside of you.

Noah did just that, pressing his thumb against your clit as his inked fingers sunk into your body. As he pushed them deeper, his thumb began tracing rhythmic circles along your clit, while he held you up by your neck.

“That’s it, pretty girl,” Noah praised, your mouth agape from the pleasure. Your abdomen clenched with need, quickly growing a need for release.

Within a minute, your body squeezed around his fingers while you cried as he pushed you to your first orgasm.

“Fuck, maybe I can get four in if it's that easy,” he grinned, pulling his fingers away from your core, out of your pants and toward your mouth.

He only nodded toward you, prompting you to take his fingers between your lips, licking your mess and gagging on them as you did so.

The brunette’s smile was radiant as he watched proudly, for a moment, only before pushing you onto your knees, right between his legs.

You knew what he wanted, and Noah had to stop himself from cumming right then and there at the sight of you sat between his thighs.

Pulling down his sweats eagerly, you gripped his hard length, leaning in to lick up from the base. You wasted no time in sucking along him, swirling your tongue and bobbing down his body.

“Fuck,” he whispered, pushing you down, thrusting his hips into your throat.

You coughed, pulling back up before sliding down again, using your hand to assist with what you couldn’t take.

“Touch yourself,” he said, sharing a slutty smile as he fucked your mouth, “use your fingers to cum while you suck my cock. I know you love the taste."

His confidence caused your brows to furrow as you obeyed him. You took your fingers and found the familiar spots along your desire, pleasing yourself as you knew best, to Noah’s words.

It was almost embarrassing how much saliva emanated from your mouth and onto his cock as you devoured him.

“You’re such a good girl. Jolly was right, you do give the best fucking head.”

Moaning at his words, you closed your eyes, gagging on him once again as you worked yourself to another orgasm.

Knowing that the boys talked about you to each other made your ears warm, especially now knowing that Noah would be talking to them about this.

With one final thrust of his hips, you pulled your mouth away from Noah, breath catching in your throat as you came again.

Noah smiled down at you with pride. He spread his thighs, still sitting, while stroking himself. Meeting your eyes, he made you turn around with the spin of his finger.

“I want to watch your ass bounce on my cock. So turn.”

Tugging your pants just below your add, his hands guided your hips down onto his arousal.

You relished in the feeling of how hard he was, and Noah’s groans sounded erotic as he pushed you up and down, helping you ride him.

He then held you still, using his hips to thrust from underneath momentarily.

Your third orgasm was approaching, the sound of Noah’s whimpers and curses causing you to clench around him in need.

“Fuck don’t do that, I’ll cum,” he hissed, pulling out and pushing you to rest over the railing in front of you. Noah stood behind you now, holding your hips as he thrust into you mercilessly.

"Would that be so bad?" You teased, pressing back against him to meet his cock.

He leaned forward, pressing his chest to your back while taking a hand to pull your head back gently, “Let me take you on a proper date tomorrow night, make you mine, yeah?”

Moaning his name you clenched around him and let your body convulse along his cock, letting your third orgasm wash down each of your limbs.

Noah’s breathing was erratic as he pushed you to your knees, holding your chin to his arousal as he stroked himself to his climax. Watching his eyes squeeze shut and head tilt back was erotic, causing you to clench your thighs together.

You took the tip in your mouth, swallowing his release with need, sucking until the brunette pushed you away from the sensitivity.

Getting off the ground, your chest heaved as the two of you stood in front of each other, eyes fixated in an exhausted yet needy stare.

There was no going back now- each of the boys had confessed their desires, leaving you a withering mess.

Noah reached for the back of your head, pulling you in for one more needy kiss, before grabbing your bag for you and pulling you down the stairs- leaving the movie behind.

He was completely silent on the walk back to the bus, both of you hand in hand. Your fingers tingled around his as your heart continued to race.

What was going to happen now?

Your mind raced with what-ifs, memories of each boy taking over the next.

When you two finally made it back, you heard Matt yelling from inside the bus. Before you could open the door, you stopped to listen.

“Ya’ll have a bet for her and didn’t even fill me in? Fucking pricks, I woulda had the best shot outta all of yall.”

Immediately looking over at Noah with a tight glare, he ran his fingers through his onyx strands with a nervous smile.

“A bet, Noah? Really?”

He nodded, just as the bus door opened, revealing the other boys.

They cursed under their breath as you folded your arms, shaking your head in amusement.

“So who won?” You pried, eyes lingering on each of them for a moment as their faces flushed.

“Definitely not fucking me,” Matt mumbled, annoyed. He stared at you momentarily before averting his gaze.

“I don’t think any of us did,” Ruffilo spoke slowly, looking at each of his friends.

Rocking on your toes you chewed back a smile, “Then I bet I can make you do it all over again.”

Part two

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Money Ties (Jungkook Love Story || Pt.1)

Pt.2 ||

Your parents have worked hard to get to the top and have made sure to teach you everything you need to know to be successful in this business: from tough but lucrative financial decisions, down to the right ball gown for any given banquet. A promising and extravagant future awaits you- that is, if you agree to one teensy detail...

Son of Mr.Jeon Sr. and heir to June Company, Jeon Jungkook is an immature playboy with nothing to offer a woman but good looks and a crap ton of money, and he stands to inherit much MUCH more, so long as you both enter into the arranged marriage contract that was drawn up before the pair of you were even born.

You're more than willing to try, but you're not sure you'll be able to stand each other long enough to inherit a single penny...

Series Warnings: There will be smut in the near future and I will label those chapters as such. As I say before most of my pieces- I do not endorse any themes, ideas, or behaviors in this series. This is all purely fiction/fantasy! Feel free to inbox me suggestions/ideas/what you'd like to see in this series and I'll see what I can do! Enjoy <3

"How are you feeling? Have you got everything? Check your seat, make sure you didn't leave anything behind-" Your mom rambles, not letting you get a word in. Meanwhile, you're sandwiching your phone between your ear and shoulder as you struggle to get your bag down from the overhead compartment. "Yeah, mom- you know the way questions work is, you ask one and then let the other person answer." "Ugh, Sorry- I'm just so worried...and excited! I mean, we've only been dreaming about this day since-" "Before I was born. Yeah, I know," You sigh, finally letting your suitcase drop gently onto the floor of the plain and grabbing ahold of the handle to drag it out behind you. "Hey mom, I hate to interrupt you but is dad there? I wanna go over my itinerary while I'm here, I have like no time to myself on this schedule. I kinda wanted to do some sightseeing, being as how I'm almost never in Seoul-" "Oh, no I'm sorry honey. He had to rush off to the office but he told me to tell you that he's very proud of you and that he'll be there to get you when you come back." Your face falls flat and, since no one important is there to reprimand you for it, you roll your eyes and shake your head, "Alright." "Baby, you know he really is doing his best. He's been working nonstop to make sure this agreement comes to fruition and-" "Yeah, listen mom, I gotta go okay? I love you. I'll call you tonight to let you know how the meeting went, alright?" "Oh- okay. I love you!" "Love you too, mom." Without another word, you hang up the phone. You hate to be short with her, but today's supposed to be an important day leading up to...THE important day, and you really could've used more guidance on the matter. You could've...really used your dad today.

Oh well. No use in crying over spilled milk, right? You continue walking down the long terminal, a long line of people behind you in their own little worlds, having their own conversations, going on about their own lives; how interesting it would be to switch places with someone else...anyone else. Just for one day. You wonder if maybe your day would be a lot better then. You rifle through your bag with one hand while the other pulls your luggage along. "Aha," You say, pulling out your air pod case. You need to drown out any and all thoughts and distractions from the task at hand. Right now, it's just you, your anxiety about the meeting later, and "Rhiannon" by Fleetwod Mac.

When you finally get out of the terminal and into the waiting area, you give a sigh of relief; the plane ride had been long and suffocating, and now you're just glad to be breathing non-recycled air. It had been a long time since you'd flown into the Seoul airport, and it's much more extravagant than you remember; more ornate and, in the best way possible, hospitalesque. In the middle of your appreciation, you're shoved forward by someone behind you, causing your ear phones to fall out and everything. "What the fuck," You hiss, having been caught by complete surprise. You turn around and see a small crowd of people, all huddled in tight around someone, though you can't quite make the person's features out from behind the people. "Excuse you," You say loudly, hoping to get someone's attention, though you're not even sure who pushed you. "I said, excuse you!" You yell. Suddenly, everyone turns to look at you, and slowly, like parting the Red Sea down the middle, they divide to reveal the person in the midst of them.

"I'm sorry, I know my friends can get a little...rowdy," The person apologizes, though he has an annoyingly smug look on his face. He's tall, maybe 5'11" or so, with broad shoulders and a slim build (yet muscular, as you can see through his very tight turtle neck and slim fitting pants). His face is quite handsome, dark hair accentuating his features nicely. But you're still pissed off. "Well tell your 'friends' to please watch where the hell they're going. I almost fell over." "Hey I mean, no one told you to stand in the middle of one of the busiest airports in the world, staring at the ceiling like some catatonic zombie," He says, shrugging his shoulders. A few people from his group laugh in response, and he absolutely eats it up. "Excuse me?" You furrow your brows, incredulous to the arrogance in his tone. Are you missing something? You are the one who should be offended right now, right? "Alrighty, you're excused," He says before turning around. Again, the group adds in their little two cents in the form of 'oh's and laughter. "Who the fuck do you think you are?" You say, letting go of your suitcase and crossing you arms across your chest. The crowd goes dead silent, everyone darting their eyes at him. He turns around though this time, his expression is that of complete annoyance, "You're still here? Here, here's two hundred. Get yourself some new air pods or go kick rocks or whatever," He takes his wallet out of his pocket and reaches out to grab your hand. He turns it face up and slaps two bills into your palm, shooing you away immediately after. You can feel your blood practically boiling within you, and before you can really think about it, you're covering the five foot distance between you and slapping him cold on the left cheek, bills still in hand. "Don't spend it all in one place," You smirk before promptly picking up your suitcase and walking away in the direction of the front entrance. You feel sorry for any girl that might end up with that total loser.

You stare at yourself in the mirror of the hotel bathroom in the lobby. You'd spent hours getting ready; a fresh wax (leg and mustache... you've never been able to say no whenever the lady suggests it), new press-ons, fresh blowout, and a killer (yet modest) outfit. However, even with all that work, you still can't help but feel...completely ill-prepared. You bite you bottom lip, "I can do this. I can do this. I..." You quickly go to your purse on the sink counter in front of you and take out your phone, punching in your dad's number into the keypad. "Come on, come on. Pick up." It rings once, twice, three times, and then goes to voicemail. You try again, and then once more before tossing the phone aggressively back into your purse. "Dammit..." You lean forward onto the counter and let your face fall into your hands. Fuck the makeup. Fuck the blowout. You might just pass out right here and now. You notice your phone light up from inside your purse and scramble to get it; it's a text, though not from your dad. You open it and realize it's from Mr.Jeon Sr. 𝙼𝚛.𝙹𝚎𝚘𝚗: 𝚈/𝚗, 𝚠𝚎'𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚘 𝚎𝚡𝚌𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘𝚍𝚊𝚢; 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐! 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚛 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚝 𝚏𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚘. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚜 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝙹𝚎𝚘𝚗.

"Shit," You hiss, looking back up at the mirror to make sure you didn't mess anything up. Luckily, you're just as put together as you were when you stepped out of your room. You check your messages once more, just to make sure your dad hasn't tried reaching you. Radio silence. "Fuck it," You sigh, grabbing your purse and typing out your response.

𝚈/𝙽: 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚎𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚎, 𝚂𝚒𝚛. 𝙸 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚘𝚗. 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚘 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚛 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚎.

You shove your phone into your purse and then walk out of the lobby, through the front entrance, and out to the sidewalk to wait for the car. Get your game face on, Y/n. It'll be over before you know it.

Your family has money; they've spent decades building together, both metaphorically and literally. They began working odd jobs before you were even born, scraping by with whatever money they could get, and slowly, began investing in different companies and start-ups that became very successful in a rather short amount of time. Then they began doing land development, which was how they came to know the Jeon's. They developed and prepared properties for the Jeon's to build their hotels and restaurants, which only worked to stabilize your family's economical status.

The Jeon's, however, have had money for upwards of three generations. While you're not sure how exactly their empire began, what you do know is that hotel and restaurant management has greatly increased the wealth they already had, and now all they need is to secure an heir; well, more like prepare the heir they already have, as their son, Jungkook, is the sole inheritor to the entire Jeon fortune. As they say, 'No pressure'.

You're meeting the Jeon family at one of their more successful restaurants, one that received three Michelin stars within the first three years of opening. You brought some gifts with you, which your mom so thoughtfully wrapped up for you and put in a pretty gift bag; she refused to let you embarrass her by bringing such expensive gifts in whatever random plastic Target bag. You take a moment to breathe deeply, shoving your dad, mom, the plane ride, and the asshole at the airport out of your mind. This is about your future. You're gonna do great.

The restaurant is full, but you somehow easily spot the Jeons at a table at the far end of the restaurant. "Do you have a reservation?" Asks the host at the podium. "Yes, I'm with the Jeons. Ms.L/n." "Ah yes, please follow me to your party." You follow him to the far end where you'd initially seen them, "Mr. and Mrs.Jeon, your guest has arrived." "Oh, Y/n!" Mrs.Jeon says cheerfully. You bow to them, "Mr. and Mrs.Jeon, it is truly a pleasure to see the both of you again after all this time." "Please, please- take a seat," Mr.Jeon says. The host pulls out your chair for you and waits for you to sit to be able to push it in for you. "Thank you," You say, giving him a small bow as well, to which he returns the gesture. "I've taken the liberty of ordering all of our best dishes for you to try. I hope you're hungry," Mrs.Jeon says, "Please, have some tea." "Oh thank you," You say, grabbing the teapot and carefully pouring some into their cups before pouring your own. "Should I pour into this one?" You ask, motioning to the empty place next to you. Mr.Jeon sighs, "No, that's okay. You'll have to excuse my son's tardiness. He should be here shortly." "Don't worry; I'm sure he has a good reason," You reassure. They exchange a peculiar glance at each other, though you don't think much of it.

"You know, we were worried that our agreement would fall through before this day would come." "Oh?" "Yes, we thought maybe there was a chance you'd refuse and we'd end up having to put up with someone we knew nothing about. With you, we know your family, we know you come from a good home with strong morals and family values similar to ours. It's not every day that parents find in-laws they get along with so well," Mr.Jeon says, sipping on his tea. "Well, you don't have to worry about that. I'm all in. This could be something that helps all of us and I'd do anything for my parents." You feel a tinge of sadness as you think of your dad. You haven't really seen him in the last three months, what with all his meetings and clients- you're hoping this will relieve some of the stress off his shoulders.

"That's what we love to hear," Mrs.Jeon chimes in, "We did bring the contract here with us for you to sign- whenever you have the time to read over it, of course." "That sounds great," You say cheerfully. This is going surprisingly well. You're not even sure what you were so nervous about initially. "There he is," Mr.Jeon calls out, looking past you at the door way, "There's Jungkook." You turn to look behind you, squinting your eyes to try to block out some of the glare so you can get a good look at your soon-to-be-fiancé. His silhouette is oddly familiar. Of course, you've met before but it's been at least fifteen or twenty years; he couldn't possibly look the same from then 'til now. No, you recognize him from something more recent...Where is he from? It isn't until he's a good seven feet away that you realize... SHIT.

"Sorry, I'm late everyone," He says, his familiar voice ringing in your ears like a pesky mosquito- that is, if a mosquito could singlehandedly make or break your entire future. "What took you so long, son?" Mrs.Jeon asked, her eyes darting at you momentarily. "Well, I'd just flown in from Paris when some crazy bitch attacked me at the airport. Broad daylight, completely unprovoked. Can you believe it? And then I had to go to Jimin's house for- for some thing and then we all got caught up at...a different place where some...other shit went down-" "Son, please mind your language. As you can see, Ms.L/n has been waiting to meet you." You slowly look over to face Jungkook, wishing you could morph into someone else- anyone else, for only a moment so as to not have to explain to this boys parents that you slapped their son in the face with two hundred dollars.

It's as though everything is happening in slow motion; torturously absorbing every ounce of energy in your body for such a simple action as turning your head. When you finally look up at him, you see his expression turn from slight irritation, to full blown anger. "YOU." The venom in his tone is palpable. You smile sheepishly, looking from his parents, to him, to his parents, and then back to him, "H-hey, you." This is gonna be the longest dinner of your life.

[life-on]

But I’m also a little devastated by the news because I was holding onto a tiny sliver of hope?? From how I watch the show, Dennis doesn’t believe he’s worthy of love, he’s not necessarily self aware of how horrible some of the stuff he does is but he sees himself as completely unloveable and that’s what bothers him about Mac so much it’s like how can you love *me* of all people, like Mac’s raw vulnerability scares him and their situation raises the question is it possible for Dennis to accept the love he thinks he doesn’t deserve?? And I very badly need the answer to be yes. So I think that would fall under macdennis becoming canon so that’s out I guess but god how cathartic would that be. I generally dislike fics where Mac has self awareness and emotional intelligence so i definitely wouldn’t want that from him but I need some kind of acknowledgment, you know?? That’s what bothered me a lot DTAMHD, I didn’t hate it but it wasn’t the kind of catharsis I was hoping for. Like Dennis got mad at some people, and was able to control it but I was hoping to see more?? Like can we go further? Honestly it left me very curious as to where they’ll go with him in season 17. Has he managed to get a better handle on his rage? If not, what was the point of that? If so, what new things are we going to see from him? Listen I have a lot of thoughts and worries re: the writers’ room but I generally have full faith in Glenn to write Dennis well. Anyway I’m rambling and projecting and it’s a silly fictional show and everything’s fine and I’ll be fine but oof that stung just a little.

[bumblebeeswrite]

oh my gosh, the matchmaking service seems so cool!! could i be paired with one of the older teens please? any gender is fine :)

so, my name is beth. my personality type is infj and i feel as if i fit it incredibly well. i’m autistic and physically disabled (ileostomy) and my special interest is fleetwood mac. i love soft rock of the 70s and 80s, like dire straits and billy joel, as well as some harder stuff like def leppard and ac/dc.

i’m kind of a hippie in fashion and partially in thought. i’m always wearing long patterned flowy skirts and my favourite cream knitted cardigan. i currently study film and love to write, whether that be fiction stories or a screenplay. i am a deep thinker and love to reflect on life around me, making me interested in philosophy and psychology, which influences my film work a lot. that mindset also means i journal when i can, and find it quite therapeutic to jot down my thoughts in relation to the prompts i find. i love figuring out the reasons for being the way i am.

i also play guitar and sing. i love fingerpicking and i’m always playing ‘landslide’ and ‘blackbird.’ i also own a bunch of records and am an avid jewellery collector. i love showing off my style through that.

going back to my personality type, i’m quite slow to warm up to. i don’t like small talk and would rather jump into deep conversations about life. however, i am an introvert and can usually only stay at places for around 6 hours at a time. you have to be very special to me if i can survive longer than that. but, when i am close with someone, i am a very big yapper. about anything. sometimes i struggle to stop. i am also very organised and love to keep to-do lists to keep myself on track. it makes my brain calm.

i think that is everything! sorry if i rambled! can’t wait to see who i get matched with :)

Beth, my love, I want to be friends we are literally like the same person 🥹

I think Gareth is head over heels for you lovely! He loves that having you next to him is like a little opposites attract thing. He likes to think he’s hard and cold, but you’re warm and soft and so so so so beautiful (he could literally talk about that all day.

I think Gareth’s attention span is not the greatest, but he will try and watch so many movies with you so you can study them, giving his ‘expert opinion’ on the soundtrack.

He loves to hear you yap. It’s his favorite sound in the whole universe. In fact, he begs you to record some lines to put in Corroded Coffins new album !

He’s wearing your jewelry, sorry, I don’t make the rules. That little ring he wears? That necklace? You got him those. 100%

[dollpartii]

I’LL FOLLOW YOU DOWN, ‘TIL THE SOUND OF MY VOICE WILL HAUNT YOU,

Best Tiger x F!Thief Reader

‼️DNI MINORS! All is fictional! ‼️Smut with feelings, Vigilantism, Slow burn

You had been stealing from banks and sorts for a long time, never getting caught as you were just too quick and calculated for sure.

Every good thing comes to an end though as something else besides money and the thrill of stealing caught your attention.

You had finished robbing a bank, Noticing things felt awfully wrong though..You assumed it was just paranoia because of how easy it was.

Quickly, You made your way to the rooftop of the bank going toward the edge but you froze when the coldness of a gun barrel pressed against your nape.

You wanted badly to peek over your shoulder to see who it was.

“You a security guy I missed?” You asked, hand still clutching the bag that was filled with stollen dollars.

“Not security guy, best tiger.” The man told you, his voice calm and deliberate. Before you could respond he demanded. “You will put bag down.” Hearing his demand a feigned frown displayed on your lips, you turned slowly to face him. “Sure, Tiger.” You placed the bag down. Your eyes roamed all over him, seeing how he had a blindfold on yet carried guns. He kept his gun towards you while he reached to grab the bag, you were quick though. Your hand snatched the bag before his, just as his finger went to pull at the trigger you tossed the bag at his chest. He ended up shooting the bag as it met him, while he re aimed towards you he saw that you had already jumped off the edge of the roof top. You made sure to grab your grapple before jumping off, grappling onto the edge as you landed onto the floor. You bolted it from there, leaving your grapple as you had more anyways.

His expression was clearly bothered as the bag laid on the floor in front of him, money spread out on the roof.. he didn’t like this, he was wondering if he was getting bad at this.. he was slightly intrigued though. He went over to the edge, meeting the grapple. He took it and inspected it, he didn’t want to miss a thing as you made him doubt himself a little. He lifted his blindfold the slightest as he inspected the grapple to see if you made any modifications to it, he wanted to see if he could find you from the brand.

Your heart was beating harshly with the way you fleed, everything had happened so quick. You were relieved he didn’t chase after you. You were chanting ‘Best Tiger’ over and over in your head as if to seal the name to your memory. Once you had made it to your place you felt less intimidated, He had already told you he wasn’t security, you remember that. You also remembered you had left your grapple.. You were annoyed with your recklessness. You figured it wouldn’t hurt to visit the workshop tomorrow because you considered the thought best tiger would be looking for you, hunting you.

You stripped out of your clothes and showered before going to bed, tomorrow was going to be a big day or just a boring one.

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NEXT DAY 10:30 AM

“Fuck!” You cursed, you woke up late. You nearly fell out of bed, getting ready to leave your place. You grabbed your purse and stuffed a butterfly knife and gun in there just incase. You assumed he’d be there so you figured you should probably at-least bring him a gift or something, get him off your back as you didn’t want anymore threats. You stopped by a nearby shop on the way, getting a stupid looking tiger plushie.

Best Tiger was there, cornering the owner while the owner rambled. “She’s just a client you deranged shit head! If she owes you money then that’s her problem, not mine!”

“Your problem now.” Best tiger rose his gun, about to strike the owner but he had sensed you before you walked through that door. The gun pointed towards you immediately as you walked in.

“Woah, did you miss me?” You cooed, your purse on your right arm as you had both hands up while you slowly approached.

He let you approach, lowering the gun but holding onto it still as he spoke

“Expected you to come earlier.”

“Were you stalling till I came here? Cute.“

You had a smile but it faltered as you reprimanded yourself internally, you wanted things to de-escalate. You tossed the tiger plushie at him, he caught it with ease. He didn’t say anything, you caught on and answered the question he didn’t even have to ask.

“Peace offering.”

“Bribe.”

“No, Peace offering. You can consider it a gift if you want.” You told him.

He tucked the tiger plushie under his arm and holstered the gun.

“Outside.”

“Uh-huh.”

You followed him out into the back of the workshop, watching as he turned around to face you. You leaned back against a trash bin.

“You very sloppy, left money and grapple.” He told you, he wanted to know if you were really sloppy or if you did it on purpose as you didn’t seem as surprised as he thought you’d be.

“What if I wanted you to find me?” You challenged, that smile appearing on your lips once more.

In response he shoved the tiger plushie towards you, you gave it back to him though when he did that.

“Uhm, no, the tiger is yours now. You can’t give your gift to the person who gave you it. It’s yours now.” You even crossed your arms so he didn’t try shoving the tiger towards you again.

He didn’t say anything.. you guessed the conversation was over.

“Okay, see you soon.” You hummed, walking off. You swore you could feel his gaze on you the entire time you walked away from him. You were grateful he wasn’t a threat to you anymore but.. you wanted to keep seeing him.

He didn’t leave till you were out of sight, he was contemplating throwing the tiger plushie away but the tiger plushie stayed with him. When he got to his place he checked for cameras or anything explosive in the plushie just because he didn’t trust you. He didn’t understand you either.

He couldn’t understand why since that day, you were always ahead of him, he’d know it was you. He’d arrive at black markets, robbed banks, or the train area he liked visiting and find stickers of tigers, notes, and even the trace of your perfume lingering. You had even gone so far to find his place, leaving another tiger plushie with a note. ‘I miss you, tiger’

He crumbled the note but kept the tiger plushie, he now had two tiger plushies..

He continued to show up at the places but you were always ahead of him. He wasn’t going to flee or chase, he watched instead. After a month, he had noticed you weren’t stealing anymore.. You were just at places before him STILL.

He could’ve sworn sometimes he’d see your silhouette at the place he was arriving to but as he got closer you’d run off..

He had gone to a club with a few members from the guardians of the globe, he felt watched.

He sensed you immediately when you had gotten close enough, his head turning just in time for him to see somebody leaving the place through the exit.

He got up, went over quickly and opened the exit door that led to the alleyway. It was raining. The water droplets landed on him and the person ahead of him,

you.

“Why play games?” He asked.

“I’m not, I just wanted you to catch me this time.” You murmured, hands on hips before you folded your arms across your chest.

The rain drenched you both, neither dared to look away.

He didn’t say anything, he couldn’t understand if this was a trick or something else..

without warning, he turned away from you. Entering the club, the door shutting behind him.

He stayed by the exit door though, just to feel if you walked away,

you did.

NEXT DAY 11 PM

He didn’t have to turn around to see that you were there, he did turn though..

You were outside his window, drenched in water from the rain, your wet jacket clinging at your waist and your right arm visibly injured as you had gotten shot dealing with money business.

He didn’t let you in right away, he stood there for a moment wanting to see if you’d leave or stay there staring at him like you were crazy. You stayed. He approached his window, opening it for you.

You crawled inside, his carpet wet and smudged with dirt from your feet, you were bare foot.

He removed the bullet from your arm, stitched up your wound and wrapped a bandage around. He didn’t want to say anything to you, He didn’t see you as a friend or enemy which explained why he didn’t trust you still.

“I stopped stealing, surely you noticed.” You spoke up, you waited to see if he’d respond.. He didn’t respond right away.

“You one step ahead.”

You noticed how he wasn’t making much conversation.. it was tense, of course.

“I meant what I said, I wasn’t playing games with you.”

“Don’t know you.”

“Yet,”

He stepped back from you hearing you, it had briefly gone quiet.

“You left note.” He reminded.

“I miss you, Tiger.” You said with a slight giggle as it oddly made you feel good he remembered the note.

You watched as he opened his mouth but you had a good idea what he was going to ask, you answered him.

“It means I want you to see me.”

After you had said that you reached up and kissed him..

He didn’t pull away.

The kiss lingered, once the kiss broke he remained silent while you anxiously gazed at him.

He stepped back, it felt like time had froze for a brief moment.. you two let the weight of the situation settle.

Cautiously, he went to another room.. he was expecting you to follow.

You watched as he walked away, you weren’t sure if he wanted space but you decided to risk it. You got up, following after him.

No words needed to be spoken while you two undressed each-other, his calloused hands roamed your bare body as you captured his lips into an another kiss..

this time he returned it.

He pulled back before speaking.

“Don’t trust you.”

You couldn’t help the slight smile at his words.

“I’m not asking you to.”

You both were silenced as he kissed you this time, your hands caressed at his back as his hips went against yours. It was quiet and soothing.

Once he had grabbed a condom and put it on, his member prodded at your wetness.

He had moved inside to feel your walls clench around him, he stilled his movements to let you adjust.

His right hand moved to cup your breast, feeling how firm and smooth it was.

His thrusts were deliberate but good paced, his hand now holding your hip.

It was like you didn’t have to even say anything for him to go faster as he felt the way your body responded. Your soft gasps and breaths told him everything.

His breath hitched slightly, feeling himself getting close. He could feel how you were getting close too, He continued his pace as he wanted to make sure you came first.

Your walls fluttered around him as your orgasm hit like a wave, it felt like you were pulling him deeper into you. His orgasm followed after yours.

He had pulled out of you after you and him rode out your orgasms. He tied and threw away the condom. While you laid there, it wasn’t awkward at all.. it felt good.

He had gone to clean himself but it didn’t take long as he made sure not to forget about you. He got a damp towel, cleaning you up.

He was hesitant, he was contemplating laying down with you..

You noticed how he hesitated so you took his hand gently “Please lay with me.”

He laid down after hearing you, his arm went around your waist. Your body went close to his, legs intertwined with his as he brought the blanket over you two.

You drifted off to sleep with him.

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Ever since then, your relationship with him was changed. There were dates, arguments, apologies, boundaries, etc.

You weren’t a threat or stranger to him anymore, He wasn’t a threat or stranger to you anymore.

END!

[everlasting-rainfall]

Me Rambling about a Character I’m Into

BEWARE THAT THERE ARE MANGA SPOILERS AHEAD

DO NOT READ THIS IF YOU ARE NOT CAUGHT UP WITH THE MANGA OR IF YOU CARE ABOUT SPOILERS

I’M SERIOUS, I WILL NOT BE HELD ACCOUNTABLE AND IF YOU TRY TO HOLD ME ACCOUNTABLE THEN I WILL MAKE FUN OF YOU BECAUSE THIS WARNING WAS RIGHT HERE

!-MINORS DO NOT INTERACT AT ALL-!

!-POTENTIAL TRIGGER WARNINGS-!

MANGA SPOILERS, Impregnation, Kidnapping, Being Put into a Stockade, Isolation, Everlasting-Rainfall being stupid in love, death mention

!-POTENTIAL TRIGGER WARNINGS-!

!-MINORS DO NOT INTERACT AT ALL-!

So I honestly have to truly say that I have it BAAAAADDD for a character like it’s not even funny and we haven’t really seen too much of this guy…

This guy’s name is Figarland Garling and god, the second that I laid eyes on this guy in his first reveal. He was making me feel things like I know he’s like super mega evil but I can’t really help myself like holy shit…

This guy hits so many buttons for me and a lot of the scenarios that I like but have trouble seeing other characters that I enjoy do are things that he might do so it just like 🥰🥰🥰🥰

And I know that he looks like Mac Tonight in One Piece world but I just don’t care!

Like even when he’s younger and not a crescent moon like his old man self, it’s still enough to just… Fuck…

I know that I’m probably not really making any cohesive sense here with the things that I’m saying but know that I’m totally in love with this evil ass fuckin moon man…

I keep imagining scenarios where it’s like I tried to escape him only for him to find me and drag my ass home with him, he wants to remind me of who exactly I belong to and it leaves me screaming out his name underneath him leaving scratches down his back, he won’t stop either until he’s satisfied and I likely have a baby in my belly

Or like he decides that I’ve been really bad so he takes me and puts me in like one of those stockades after removing all of my clothes so I can’t struggle then he just starts absolutely fucking me senseless from behind. Maybe even leaving me there covered in his cum for a day until he decides that I’ve learnt my lesson and gives me some much needed aftercare once I have

Like truly honestly, I wouldn’t even mind if he got like super Yandere protective over me to the point where he never let me leave his home or let anyone else talk to me cause holy fuck…

Or what if he came to me one day and had me kidnapped so I could be his wife and bear his children?! God, that would kill me right then and there! I hope he wouldn’t mind having a ghost wife bear his children!

God, this man… I would run from him screaming my lungs out from terror if I saw him in real life but in the world of fiction? 🥵

I fear what the other holy knights look like as lord almighty, I might be fucked to hell and back…

[quantomeno]

I always feel mildly bemused when I read people post about stuff like systemic sexism in fandoms, particularly things like about how people complain more about female characters but ignore male characters with similar faults, or the fandoms loving gay ships but not making as much fanworks for lesbian ones.

Part of this is just because I like female characters (despite being male, I tend to prefer things with female leads etc) and I'm not that involved in a lot of fandom arguments nor do I read a lot of shipfics, so I only hear about a lot of the sexism when people complain about it. Which is kind of funny to me in the fact it must exist, but I'm just conveniently shielded from it.

The other reason is some of my earliest fandoms I got involved in were female-majority casts, so most people do ship the women. Like, I think Equestria Daily once put out an apology after they posted a Braeburn m/m fic (admittedly, the outrage from the bronies back then in 2012 or whenever was probably out of homophobia, which isn't nice either, but the point still stands that they were no issues with w/w shipfics and to this day they are the vast, vast majority of shipping fics (mostly because once you've shipped Braeburn, Sorin' and Big Mac together there aren't that many other guys left to ship, but nonetheless)). Or like Barbie with its vastly superior chemistry between the joint female leads over the threadbare male love interest they've thrown in. Even when the male leads are good, it's popular to ship the girls.

I don't think I have anything substantial to say. I just don't understand the issues other men (or indeed women) have with female characters (and women and femininity in general) (I mean I do understand I just find it bizarre it when like a friend of mine once said he wasn't really interested in stories with female leads. I don't know, maybe read more books with better female protags? I have a bookshelf's worth if you want suggestions) (also like when people suggest there needs to be more talk about good female characters like, most of my favourites are already females and I will gladly talk about them till the cows come home). But also that's just me.

Also I kind of do like m/m ships a fraction more but that's like 90% because I'm bi and so, you know, I like seeing guys together because I kind of would like to get together with a guy if the opportunity arose. But I mean other than that they're just ships. Like sure there can be a different vibe or flavour to w/w or m/m or straight ships, but I mean if they're good characters why should my interest depend on their genders? I read things to experience the lives of others, I don't want to just see stories that match my experience. And sometimes I empathise most with the female characters so like, you need to approach characters with an open mind. I don't know.

OK I'm rambling now. I think I made my point. I'm not sure what it was anymore but I guess it's that women in fiction are cool and I don't know what everyone else's problem is.

[daisyjayblogs]

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.𖥔 ݁ ˖ hey guys, my names Daisy Jay and I’m 14 years old. I’m from the uk (unfortunately) and I’m quite new to tumblr! I’ll post…whatever I want on here which could be writing, fan fiction, head cannons or just ramble on about stupid shit. Thanks for stumble onto my page! ☮︎

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♬⋆.˚ some of my interests: Daisy jones and the six, almost famous, the hunger games, the office, cds and vinyls, journaling, Fleetwood Mac, Gracie abrams, the Beatles, led zeppelin, Elvis Presley, Stevie nicks, beabadoobee, instruments, fur coats, fashion…I fucking love fashion! Singing, dream catchers, flyleaf, Ethel cain, rock n roll…obviously, the 70s and the swinging 60s, Taylor Swift, rockstars, superstore, Friday night dinner, editing, CHRISTMAS!!!!, Lana Del Rey, the Rolling Stones, gut wrenching songs, tribute concerts, fear street, makeup,Phoebe bridgers, Sam claflin, cream, abba, queen, patti smith, reading, stuff animals, avascreams, Britney broski, Daisy jones, Riley keough, the whole Presley family…

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@anniiecrsta

[glasswinggames]

Hello!!

I really loved the characters, especially Jedrek, things involving murder really intrigue me (in a healthy way, of course), and for some reason his route with Oliver is catching my attention, I'm quite curious as to what will emerge.

So, I wanted to ask a little question about the game, but I don't know if this question has already been asked or not (sorry if that was the case 😅😓).

I wanted to know if the game has already been released? And on what type of platform was/will it be released?

Bye!! Remember to take care of yourself and drink water!!

{Sorry if there are any spelling mistakes, English is not my native language}

Hello!! Hi!! Hey!!

Thank you so much, I'm so happy you like my villainous kids!! Especially my trash gremlin! It's fun exploring darker subjects like m0rder through fiction, a lot of the characters have some element of it in their routes, but Il and Jed definitely take it further 😂😅 I also love Oliver so I can't wait for you to meet him, he is such a dork, and the dynamic between hyper fun Jed and chill relaxed go with the flow Oliver is so interesting to explore! I'll be so interested in seeing how people play it and the type of dynamic they end up with!

I shall stop rambling and get to your question haha!

The game has not been released just yet! It's still in development and my goal is to try and have the prologue done (probably without voice acting at that point) by the end of the year. Though I'm thinking of opening a ko-fi/patreon tier for those who want to play a rougher, unfinished version earlier. I did want to have a demo released already, but I decided to add a lot of elements so that I could make the type of game I want to play, so it's bigger than initially scoped for and so is taking a little longer but I hope people feel it was worth the wait when I release it!!

As for where it will be released my aim is to release it on steam and itch.io for pc and mac first, and then if I can figure out the code quick enough, I also want to release it for mobile (which would be downloaded through itch.io), it'll definitely get released for mobile but time frames are a bit sketchier for that one!

Thank you so much for your question! I love receiving them and it was the best thing to wake up to 😊 I also have my bottle of water right here as I write Jeds second prologue scene! Make sure to drink water too and take care!

(Also your English was immaculate!!)

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[shurisneakers]

Okay before I start I just want to say that I love you and I can’t even tell you how many times I’ve read Harmless. I literally just finished rereading it last week and I miss it already. BUT THEN I FOUND OUT YOU POSTED THE FIRST TWO CHAPTERS OF UNSOLVED AND I AM ALREADY ADDICTED!

Also FYI this is gonna be a long ask and I’m sorry 😬

But hear me out, okay. As soon as I read the first two chapters of unsolved I thought of this story. A couple years ago my mom and I had this ghost show craze and the things people claim to have gone through is insane (I’m not really sure whether I believe in ghosts and stuff or not, tbh) But anyway this one show (which I can’t remember the name of) did a segment on this graduate student who was renting an apartment from her professor at a discount rate sometime during the late 90s/early 2000s. She moves in and starts being followed and watched by a shadow person/poltergeist who does poltergeist shit like open cabinets, steal keys, bang on things, etc. Most notably though, it steals a whole block of cheese which she was using to make mac and cheese. She tears the kitchen apart to find it, knowing that she just had it on the counter beside her, but cannot find it. Weeks later she opens her utensil drawer and there’s the block of cheese, molded. (I don’t know if you’re looking for actual cases or making them up or a bit of both)

So anyway, I had some thoughts on how Bucky and his partner would potentially respond to this story (all of which is potentially very lame and cringy so I’m sorry in advance for that, too.)

Okay, so my thoughts are that Bucky asks what kind of cheese it was and the reader thinks ‘why the fuck does this matter?’ But she replies something like “idk, she’s a poor college student so probably velveeta or some shit.” He says “that shit doesn’t mold! It’s got enough preservatives in it to kill and mummify a horse!” and she’s like “well maybe it was some other cheese, then” already exasperated at the frivolous line of questioning. But he continues to be a little shit and says something like “maybe she didn’t look for it in the utensils drawer” and she responds, incredulously, with “she would have had to get a fucking fork at some point” and he says “maybe she got ’em from take out” and she’s like “she’s a poor grad student?!” And he’s like “it’s called living beyond your means. Maybe she didn’t care about her credit score.” And the reader is sure that she’s gonna have an aneurysm. Also I know he would steal cheese or some other food item from Sam or Clint or the reader later just to fuck with ‘em.

Thanks for putting up with my rambling 😊

HIIIII VIOLET ❤️❤️ I just wanted to say that I see your reblogs all the time in my notifications and i appreciate it so so much. Thank you reading my fics, it really means the world to me!!

I do make up the cases in Unsolved! i didn't want to accidentally disrespect anybody or beliefs, and that becomes a tricky area to navigate when you're using IRL cases so i thought that fiction was the best way to go about it

Why did I think you were going to tell me that the professor was living in the dorm and just screwing with her. Like those other cases where food disappears from kitchens and the homeowners realise that there's someone else living in the home with them

you're absolutely right, he would call out the stupidest fucking details and the kind of cheese is most definitely at the top. i LOVE this exchange you've written-- it really does feel like them especially the whole "she's a fucking grad student??????" part lmfafhfhf

I'd love to turn this or something similar into a mini drabble one of these days, if you'd be okay with that!

thank you so so much for this ask. i loved it and read it like 15 times today. and thank you for the time and effort you spend in reblogging my nonsense, i appreciate you so much ❤️❤️❤️

[idiosamcrasy]

Welcome! Here's some info about me!

Hello everyone! This blog will primarily be devoted to reblogging stuff I like, posting my random thoughts and shitposts, and occasionally actual content related to some of my interests. That being said, I know fuck all about the functionality of tumblr and so probably no one will see my posts but whatever. Also my queue is a mess, so if I reblog something from an absurd amount of time ago, I'm not stalking your blog, I'm just chaotic.

You can call me dumbass, Simon, or Sam. I use he/they pronouns, masc/neu nouns and adjectives

I'm 24, transmasc, bisexual, grey ace, white, fat, and from the US

Some of the common tags I use: #let’s queue this thing — for my queued posts (mostly reblogs), #screaming into the void — anything I have to say, ramblings, shitposts, deep thoughts, opinions, etc., #random funny shit — self explanatory, all things funny(ish), #cute animals — also self explanatory, I also tag specific animals so for example if you don’t want to see rats block #rats

Some of my interests and likes include:

movies and tv shows, I love random horror movies (especially slashers, I LOVE the Child's Play series, and Teeth is underrated) and teen films (The Breakfast Club is my favorite movie of all time). shows that I watch over and over because they make me feel good are Bob's Burgers, Bones, King of the Hill, Friends, The Big Bang Theory, Schitt’s Creek, Modern Family

animals, especially ones that society deems unsavory like pigeons, rats, raccoons, opossums and crows as well as cute animals that I deem cuddly like dogs, cats, pigs, cows, and bears (I would totally cuddle a bear if it wouldn't eat me)

casual video games, I'm a semi-committed simmer (TS4). I would love to play more video games but unfortunately I get pretty bad screen sickness and have a laptop that runs like a potato so I stick to casual games

food, I am more of a slut for food than I am for people. I love homey foods like lasagna, mac and cheese, sweet red wines, cornbread, and chocolate. To paraphrase Gene Belcher "Lasagna is the reason I'm fat!"

watching youtube, I watch youtube videos pretty much every night before bed, here's a list of channels I watch somewhat regularly: jammidodger, onetopic, dan & phil, lilsimsie, laurenzside, watts the safeword, the kitchen & jorn show, celinaspookyboo, kallmekris, safiya nygaard, ty turner, shaaba, the try guys

theatre, shows I have seen live include: Beetlejuice, Come From Away, My Fair Lady, Jagged Little Pill, Wicked, Dear Evan Hansen. Shows I like even though I haven’t seen them live include: Chicago, Hamilton, Little Shop of Horrors, West Side Story, Sweeney Todd, Hairspray

body mods, I love piercings, tattoos, dyed hair, and other body mods. I appear pretty conventional to the outside world, but I hope to get more body mods someday (I currently only have stretched ear lobes)

Some of my previous interests that have been dulled by my depression and antidepressants but I would like to get back into include:

music, I'll listen to pretty much anything and like at least one song from pretty much every genre but my favorites include classic rock and alt rock

writing, I used to write religiously and my dream is to be a published novelist. I write a lot of different genres from poetry to fantasy, mystery to teen fiction, but I've never actually finished any of my writing over 10 pages

reading, until covid hit I would devour ebooks whenever I had a free moment but since then I've consumed less than 10 books total, most of which were audiobooks on long road trips

I will add more information as I think of it but for now you're welcome to ask me literally any questions you have.

Thanks for reading and welcome!

I don't anticipate this blog being super political outside of queer stuff and possibly ranting about the stupidities of the US government, but for the record I am very left leaning. I support reproductive rights (including abortion), environmental protection and stopping climate change, the BLM movement and racial justice, inclusive feminism, voter rights, universal healthcare for all, prison reform, drug decriminalization, religious freedom for all religions (with actual separation between church and state), obviously queer and trans rights, scientific fact over political bullshit (including mandatory vaccinations). I stand with Ukraine, Palestine, and all others who are trapped under an oppressive government or regime.

[lams-is-canon]

how are we so similar 😭

I also like hamilton but got into it fairly recently, I also am gay and genderfluid, I also love reading, I also post art (mostly historical lams), I'm also kinda learning French (lowest level on Duolingo), Mac and cheese is also my favorite food, and I love listening to music.

WHAT THE ACTUAL FRICKITY FRACK??? How we the same 😭

Abyways you said you wanted book recommendations, try "a soldiers secret". It's historical fiction and it's written so- *chefs kiss* anyway it's about Deborah Sampson (first girlboss to fight in the military, specifically revolution war). It's so amazing. It's about a real person but it's written more like a story (from Deborahs perspective) and sorry I'm rambling—but yeah you should read it!

everyone else has an intro post so im gonna do it.

My name is Winter :3

I really like Hamilton but I like just got into it last year sooooooooooo

I also like Hazbin Hotel, WOF, and Spooky Month

Im gay and genderfluid

I LOVE READING IF U HAVE BOOK RECS GIMME.

I'll mainly post art but maybe possibly writing sometimes

I'm learning French kinda sorta its not my main priority rn

I'm new to tumblr so be nice or ill cry

other random shit: i love mac and cheese, my favorite color is purple, i own hamilton and jefferson funko pops, anndddd i love listening to music

is that how u do these okay bye bye now ppls

[supertanookileaf]

Elliott stardew valley my beloved,,,

[daisyachain]

Life is interesting when you can distinctly remember the mindset you were in regarding Thing X at Time Y as compared to your present mindset at Time Z. What on earth was I on when I was younger