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NYC-BLACKLIST

This one’s for those who haven’t made it yet - stuck just beneath the surface of the top one percent. For the ones this close or miles away; the ones who are still dreaming of the likelihood of making it in the big city. Sometimes there’s just that one thing standing in your way, and sometimes you don’t get the satisfaction of having an explanation for your misfortune. If you find yourself in this position, congratulations. You’re on the Blacklist.

FULL PLOT | CHARACTERS | FAQ & ASK BOX | DISCLAIMER

[jack-croft]

NYC-BLACKLIST

This one’s for those who haven’t made it yet - stuck just beneath the surface of the top one percent. For the ones this close or miles away; the ones who are still dreaming of the likelihood of making it in the big city. Sometimes there’s just that one thing standing in your way, and sometimes you don’t get the satisfaction of having an explanation for your misfortune. If you find yourself in this position, congratulations. You’re on the Blacklist.

FULL PLOT | CHARACTERS | FAQ & ASK BOX | DISCLAIMER

[jack-croft]

NYC-BLACKLIST

This one’s for those who haven’t made it yet - stuck just beneath the surface of the top one percent. For the ones this close or miles away; the ones who are still dreaming of the likelihood of making it in the big city. Sometimes there’s just that one thing standing in your way, and sometimes you don’t get the satisfaction of having an explanation for your misfortune. If you find yourself in this position, congratulations. You’re on the Blacklist.

FULL PLOT | CHARACTERS | FAQ & ASK BOX | DISCLAIMER

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Confession: Jack is really cute

- Jack Croft.

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heystella-lunden​:

“I know right? She doesn’t deserve that- at least not without a monocle and top hat. Then it would be a complete look.”

“Hey, do you remember when Kate Hudson was in Glee?” Jack asks, absently. 

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arthur-gustin​:

“Yeah, I ‘spose we are,” he says with a smile. “You should make a card too. Maybe we should make everyone cards. Then we’ll have more to deliver.”

“I’m not gonna make a card. That’s not really my thing, I’m not a very sentimental person.” He shrugs, dismissively. 

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spencer-quinn​:

“Don’t be impatient,” he counters, his hold on the man’s hip, bruising as he maintains the hard thrusts. He squeezes Jack’s hand once; a brief warning to stay put before he releases his hold, arm then crossing over Jack’s chest and palm pressing to his throat suddenly as his fingers curl around it. Spencer manhandles Jack until his back is pressed to his chest and his mouth can reach the man’s jaw.

The quick movement takes him off guard, but the fingers squeezing the sides of his throat pull a moan from Jack, strained as he tilts his head back to rest on Spencer’s shoulder. The lips on his jaw feel good, but the new angle of his neck makes holding back audible gasps and moans difficult as he arches into Spencer’s thrusts.

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Oh god, I just remembered this (very creased) t-shirt @spencer-quinn got me years ago 🤣🤣

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@heystella-lunden

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spencer-quinn:

Spencer’s breathing hot puffs against the back of his neck, hips snapping as his mouth graces over his skin every so often. When he feels the man’s shoulder flex as he strokes himself, Spencer reaches around to snatch his wrist, pinning it to the bedpost. His fingers curl between Jack’s as he gives a particularly hard thrust to make his point. 

“Spencer,” He attempts to snap, though it just comes out as a frustrated whine “don’t be a dick.” Jack moans deeper with the harder thrust and even as he pushes back to meet the man’s hips, he realises that Spencer isn’t giving him any control, he’s going to be the one to determine when he comes. The feeling of Spencer’s hand against his own make him aware of how much his arms ache, holding himself up against the bed, fingers firmly gripping the wood. 

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  thisisjoshuayates:

“I’m getting there,” he says. “When I get out of here, I wanna get as far away from this place as I can–” Literally and figuratively. “–but if I meet up with anyone I want it to be because we went through this together, not because we still have making up to do. I think we both deserve better than that. I don’t wanna look at you and feel hurt anymore - now or then.”

Jack doesn’t say anything for a while. His eyes had been fixed on Josh as he spoke, but they now flick back down to his lap, hoping that the lack of eye contact will make him feel less vulnerable. “I never want you to look at me and feel hurt.” He tells him. “I shouldn’t have gotten involved with you when I needed to sort my shit out first.” 

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arthur-gustin:

“Thanks,” he mumbles. He closes the card and sets it on the table in front of him. “Gotta let the glue dry a little bit more and then we can go deliver it.” 

“Oh cool,” He grins. “we’re like the Blacklist mailmen.” 

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arthur-gustin:

“I’m not worried. I’ll make something happen,” he assures him. “Uh… y’know, I don’t remember how old he’ll be. How old will you be?” 

“Oh, I don’t like that question. Telling you how old I’m going to be is like admitting how old I’m actually going to be.” 

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thisisjoshuayates:

“Exactly. If anything, that’d make it worse. Closure is important; Hatchman always told me that.” He’s not wary of saying the man’s name anymore – if he was conscious of it at all, he’d see it as a good sign.

“Have you found closure, then?”

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thisisjoshuayates:

“No, I didn’t– I’m sorry. I wasn’t implying anything.”

“You’re right, it has been a long time. Things are going to be weird, we can’t tip-toe around each other.” 

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spencer-quinn:

“F-fuck,” he stutters as Jack moves back against him. He’d tried to be careful -thought he was doing him a favour- but it’s all out of the window now, as he draws back, a hand clamped on the man’s hip as he thrusts into him with force this time, the thrust that follows coming faster.

Already, he doesn’t know how long he is going to last -- The burning sensation being replaced with pleasure every time the man pushes in, fetching a groan from him. He reaches down to wrap his fingers around his cock, giving himself a few lazy strokes, the knuckles of his other hand whitening as his grip on the bed above him tightens. 

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thisisjoshuayates:

“Didn’t happen over night.” He shrugs. “Two years is a long time.”

“I know, I’m sorry.” He tries, genuinely, but doesn’t offer any further explanation yet. 

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thisisjoshuayates:

“What, so hopeful?”

“Yeah. Not that it’s a bad thing.” He quickly adds.