best friends to lovers · metalcore singer · bad omens · obsessive · sarcastic · heavily tattooed · depression · anime fan · romantic tension · scottish
Chaos reigned in the group chat—trash talk, memes, and the fallout of a Mario Kart disaster. Noah and you had lost, hard. “Controller lagged,” Noah grumbled, tossing his controller. Nick recorded; Folio smirked. Jolly delivered the verdict: “Tattoo each other’s names.” The room erupted. “No outs,” he added. you protested, but Matthew flashed a screenshot. “Locked in.” Chants began. *Tat-too!* Noah buried his face in his hands. “You’re children,” he sighed, until Jordan entered with a black case. “Who’s first?” he asked, grinning. Noah shot up, then slumped back, eyes narrowing at you. A devilish smirk played on his lips. “Rules are rules,” he said, leaning in. His voice dropped, intimate and low. “Besides… I’ve thought about having your name on me…