#any of your muses will work. noah will adore any of them

[lovefvcked-a]

@cruelangcls liked for a starter !!

"this totally isn't like me. i'm not usually this forward. but if you could... take my virginity.... that would be so amazing.." noah spoke as she looked down at the ground. she beside herself as to why she was asking them to do this for her.

[corruptedforce]

respond to the prompts out of character!

what made you pick up the current muse(s) you have? I wanted to write Anakin for years, but I don't half ass pick up any character. It's one of the reason why I keep my multi under 15, at all times. I have to have them fleshed out. I've been fascinated by Vader since I was a child. All my friends had Leia Halloween costumes. I just wanted to be Vader. Anakin intrigued me, as well, as I got older. I ALWAYS loved Hayden as Anakin. But, I spent years before ultimately choosing to write him. I had to learn mannerisms, ways he fights, his quirks, his emotional responses, and Vader, because Vader is Anakin.

is there anything you don’t like to write? Look when you play one of the biggest villains in pop culture, there is not much that is off limits. I refuse to ever write or AU him, as a Rebel. He would never be a rebel and I would never write him as such. I also only very rarely and only really for I think one or two people, will write him not falling. His fall is extremely important to what the chosen one prophecy needs, to fufill. I'm not huge on fix-it. I mean, sometimes I enjoy them and I will never change Hayden as Anakin's FC. I don't ship him with other males, with the exception of one and it's writer specific. I don't write smut on him to just write smut, but if it fits, I'm okay. I also don't auto ship.

is there anything you really enjoy writing? Angst, pain, drama, things that make you cry and hate life. I love happiness if we have like something dramatic too. The prequels are a tragedy. They just are. Anakin's life even before his fall, he may have been married, but he was at war. He has brief times with Padme for instance, when he does have happy moments, but war is something that was a lot of his life. I lean towards his destiny more towards trying to create a healthy family dynamic, that didn't exist.

how do you come up with headcanons? I have things knocking around my head and sometimes I get asks. I'm currrently working on one, for three days now based off someone asking me what I thought of one quote.

do you write in silence or do you play music? usually, the TV is on.

do you plan your replies or wing them? I wing them mostly or for the most part, I don't pre-read the previous reply always. I mean, I will sometimes, but with certain partners, I know how I'll react. Sometimess, I have to calm Anakin or Vader down if it's angst before I reply because he's a mess, who will say things, if I don't. But, my best rp partners understand his reactionary responses.

do you enjoy shipping? I love shipping. Just not having it forced on me. I'm open to a lot, if it it makes sense. I also love many types of connections.

what’s your alias/name? Tanya

age? Older than 30. I'm at the age where it says years young on Tumblr.

birthday? April 21st

favorite color?  Cubbie Blue

favorite song?  Anything off the Sons of Anarchy Soundtracks by lately Day is Gone by Noah Gundersen and Come Join the Murder; Also, Lightning Crashes by Live is a song I listen to a lot, Anything by Bob Seger when I need to feel close to my mom

last movie you watched?  Red Dawn (not my idea)

last show you watched?  One Tree Hill

last song you listened to? Ainsi Bas La Vida by Indila.

favorite food?  Tough Guys by REO Speedwagon

favorite season?  sprinter. it's that time in February - March, when it's like 70 but not miserable yet.

do you have a tumblr best friend?

For the last year and half and some change, 100% it has to be Mica (mayxthexforce) and Tori (bchemianrhapscody). With Mica, I have talked to her more than I have talked to anyone, in a time when things were really hard for me, after I lost my mom. But, there are others in the Star Wars fandom, and those are people who have been my friend, even when lies were told and I lost long-term friends. Some people aren't like bestie status but I adore them so much. More recently, I have been talking a ton to @story1ines of late and she is quickly becoming a close friend who I bombard with messages. I also adore @xx--ofmanythoughts--xx, who listens to my baseball ramblings.

I have been on tumblr rp for 13 years and there are people who have come and gone. I will always still communicate with the ones I was the closest to in the world offline, but I forever love my first rp friendship, the Rachel to my Puck, my main Tara to my Jax who I wrie with on Discord only now, the only Wendy I will ever accept to my Jax, my one and only Athelstan and Philippe @mcnsieur, who even though I don't talk to everyday by any means because life is busy, I literally can message her anytime. So many other people I am not remembering.

TAGGED BY: @mayxthexforce

TAGGING: @galaccias, @bchemianrhapscdy, @cagedpotential, @writtenxbeginnings, @story1ines, @mcnsieur, @xx--ofmanythoughts--xx

[kyglow]

still reeling in the intense euphoric high that lingered in his mind his hips would shift and buck when easing out most of his hefty thick c.ock coated in remnants of his white load. breaths remained heavy as if lungs were gasping for air and eyebrows were still in a marred furrowed frown. a bashful grin formed onto his lips when hearing her pleased comment which confirmed that she did indeed have a joyful yet entertaining pleasured time and that his service had been adequately good with noah not wanting to boost his ego and say it was grand however he felt that she had been more than perfect when it came to satisfying his own needs of indulging on sexual delights. eyes would meet her own when he felt her face which had been buried into his neck now moved away. shaking his head from side to side when he was still adamant on his decision that she did not have to pay for this evening. " yeah trust me i am sure. it was worth it besides you helped me this evening. i would say it was very informative. " his tone humourful and amused although coarse and strained while he still remained to breathe in heavy pants. when revealed she didn't have any place to be or other plans with noah partially expecting them to simply want him to vacant her home which he wouldn't mind having a form of understanding since his work had been complete he couldn't help but assume with her response implying she wanted him to stay which he would oblige to.

baffled briefly by her comment and scoffing only to then pleasantly muse. " of course you'll see me again. you have my contact details and you know where to find me if you need any company. " the corners of his mouth upturned into a tired pleased smirk as his mind was somewhat light-headed. noah was expecting to see her again but didn't think much of their current shift from a platonic relationship to something else. deciding to move off her as he would simply lay down on his back right next to her. dark eyes now staring up at her ceiling as he soaked in her compliments despite feeling he didn't deserve them. " i don't know about being always busy. " being modest but doubtful. drawing in his breath his smirk grew a fraction wider when turning his face to look back at her with adoring charming eyes. " i don't think i've ever forgotten you when we first met. forgetting you will never happen. " making a form of a promise which he felt naturally inclined to do. he then shifted the conversation purposely due to curiosity in his mind. " want to go again? i don't think we manage to try the position of your ass facing the ceiling and you laying on your stomach? " his eyes narrowed and eyebrows knitted together as his expression was curious

Holy fucking hell. Natalya had just had the most fantastic, wonderful night of her life. The blonde had never experienced such euphoria before, and it was all thanks to the man above her, who lay spent on top whilst still remaining deep inside her tight hole as he stretched her deliciously so. Her breathing labored whilst she also tried to regain control of her breaths. Her chest heaving, her hair sticking to her sweat-sheened back as she shifted beneath him. "My God, Noah.." she muttered under her breath.

She instantly took a liking to him, the moment she first laid upon him at a club. He was looking sexy, good enough to eat so she started up conversations with him. She was shocked to learn about what he did, but it certainly didn't make her think any less of him for what he did to survive. A deep sigh expelled from her lips. As his words floated to her ears, a small smile etched her features. "A-Are you sure? I don't mind. I mean you worked extra hard. Giving me multiple orgasms and everything," she answered softly with rose tinted cheeks. Her darkened orbs studied his features, shaking her head. "No. No I don't have anywhere else to be. In fact I wouldn't mind seeing more of you," she commented casually, hopefully. "I-I mean I know you're going to be busy with this. A man of many talents, with no doubt many people to please. They're going to love you," she stated. "But make sure to remember me from time to time, yeah?" she stated nervously. It was clear that she was interested in him. More than pure physical she thought.

[kimsgoeun]

Send me a '✉' for five times my muse didn't text yours, and one time they did (for any/all!!)

@cass1x1

Charlotte/Victoria 

[ charlotte » victoria ]: I miss you [ charlotte » victoria ]: I saw you in some magazine today. You looked great in it.  [ charlotte » victoria ]: Today sucked and I wish I could call you and tell you all about it.  [ charlotte » victoria ]: My mom asked about you today. She hopes you’re doing well. We both are.  [ charlotte » victoria ]: I wanted to know if you ever still think about me

[ charlotte » victoria ]: Happy birthday. Have a good one. 

Bonus HC: Charlotte only texts her hbd and happy holiday related things once they’ve broken up. She uses the excuse of being too busy with work to otherwise answer if Victoria ever does text. 

Julian/Wynter (spooky cabin au)

[ julian » wynter👎🙄 ]: Can we pretend last night didn’t happen? [ julian » wynter👎🙄 ]: Are you still awake?  [ julian » wynter👎🙄 ]: Did you really have to share that horrible story? Now I’m going to have nightmares.  [ julian » wynter👎🙄 ]: I’m heading down to the lake if you want to come with [ julian » wynter👎🙄 ]: I’m sorry for always assuming the worst in you

[ julian » wynter👎🙄 ]: Sam is looking for you for something

Miles/Sonia

[ miles » sonia ]: I have a date tonight again and I really don’t want to go. I’d much rather hang out with you. [ miles » sonia ]: My friends keep thinking we’re more than friends and won’t stop asking me about you [ miles » sonia ]: I stopped by your work and you weren’t there. Is everything alright?  [ miles » sonia ]: I made a mistake not telling you how I felt before [ miles » sonia ]: I’m worried if we’re anything more than friends, I’m going to mess things up and lose you

[ miles » sonia ]: Are you free? I need to tell you something important

Noah/Ethan

[ noah » ethan✨🐭 ]: I just saw Barry stick his tongue down some guy’s throat 🤮 [ noah » ethan✨🐭 ]: I just made out with someone I don’t even like because seeing you with Barry was nauseating [ noah » ethan✨🐭 ]: If I asked you to hang out with me instead of Barry tonight, would you? [ noah » ethan✨🐭 ]: Tim just asked me out and I wanted to say no, but what’s the point? It’s not like you’re dating me.  [ noah » ethan✨🐭 ]: Just leave me alone. Please. 

[ noah » ethan✨🐭 ]: Let me know when you’re free to hang out! 

Zara/Astrid

[ zara » astrid 💖✨ ]: I’m totally in love with you it’s not even funny [ zara » astrid 💖✨ ]: I’ve been thinking about you all day and I miss you! [ zara » astrid 💖✨ ]: I could listen to your voice for hours and not be bored [ zara » astrid 💖✨ ]: I wish we were closer [ zara » astrid 💖✨ ]: I just want you to know that I absolutely adore you and everything you do is amazing to me. 

[ zara » astrid 💖✨ ]: Hey! Loved hearing from you on today’s show. Hope you call in again :)

Bonus HC: This is most definitely how Zara was in the beginning before they became friends. It was a lot of her deleting what she was about to send because she knew it was A LOT and knew that would probably freak them out. 

[loveoaths]

@kyousei requested: 3, 13, 23!

3. Who are your longest rp friends?

you, noah, hunter, and rob. i think it's been . . . okay i'm not going to pretend to know how long it's been, but it's been a hot minute. y'all are great.

13. Is there one trope you can’t stand?

"I can fix him!" no you can't. more importantly why would you want to. i love piece of shit characters as they are and, frankly, i tend to make them WORSE.

i'm also not a huge fan "secret direct blood relative OC who single-handedly shifts canon," if that counts that's more of a fanfiction trope though. there are cool stories to tell there, but imo it boxes canon writers into weird corners. HOWEVER LET ME SAY CLEARLY THAT ASANOHA @yuki-no-hate IS THE EXCEPTION TO THIS. asanoha is perfect and haku adores their weird, lovely cousin.

22. Are there any red roleplay flags for you that make you back off immediately?

when someone forgets that they are writing for an audience. again, my career bias is rearing its head, but in my line of work if someone has to think .2 seconds about what they just read your writing goes in the trash and they move on to the next candidate. i'm not that harsh, but if i have to spend a minute trying to understand what you're getting at in a paragraph, i am dropping the thread and probably won't be writing with you anytime soon. same thing if someone wants my muse(s) to be all over theirs or be fanboys for their characters. that's a big nah from me.

here's a final petty freebie: people who use aave wrong. i know everyone on tiktok uses aave incorrectly and there's nothing to be done about that because black culture is always absorbed into the cultural zeitgeist, but i'm black and my god does it annoy the hell out of me. if you write "finna to" i am coming to your house and clowning you for real.

[mournersrp]

𝐍𝐎  𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐒,  𝐍𝐎  𝐅𝐔𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐋𝐒.  once  again,  thank  you  all  so  much  for  the  dedication  put  into  applying  here  at  mourners  ;  it’s  truly  been  a  pleasure  reading  all  of  your  applications  &.  i’m  tremendously  grateful.  turning  down  an  application  is  never  an  easy  process,  and  there  were  many  instances  in  which  i  wished  i  could  permit  a  duplicate  upon  the  dash.  with  that  said,  i’m  looking  forward  to  both  speaking  &.  plotting  with  each  of  you  tomorrow  (  bear  with  me  while  all  pages  &.  skeletons  are  properly  updated  )  —  welcome  to  mourners  !  please  review  our  checklist  and  report  to  the  barrel  boss  within  the  next  twenty - four  hours.

𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐉  𝐆𝐇𝐀𝐅𝐀

VENLI  !  choosing  an  inej  for  mourners  was  ...  a  feat,  as  each  applicant  displayed  an  exquisite  version  of  our  wraith,  but  what  swayed  me  in  the  end  was  the  balance  you  kept  between  who  she  was  while  with  the  dregs  &.  who  she  became  without  them.  the  details  surrounding  intricacies  of  her  newfound  crewmen  (  &.  her  family  post  their  reunion  )  in  which  helped  shape  the  woman  outside  the  barrel  were  lovely  to  read  (  her  thoughts  on  rilar,  in  particular,  were  both  authentic  &.  entertaining  )  ;  i  could  picture  the  scenes  in  earnest.  i  also  loved  the  mention  of  how  she  came  to  understand  kaz’s  own  vices  after  having  to  face  her  own  whilst  sailing  the  seas.  thank  you  for  taking  the  time  to  apply  —  i  look  forward  to  seeing  your  inej  in  play.

𝐉𝐄𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐑  𝐅𝐀𝐇𝐄𝐘

NOAH  !  the  bit  about  kaz  disproving  jesper’s  exaggerated  stories  had  me  rolling,  and  your  headcanon  regarding  jesper  being  an  absolute  catastrophe  in  the  kitchen  (  gordon  ramsay  is  unamused  )  ?  you  wrote  it  best:  ‘  tall,  lanky,  restless,  distracted,  easily  bored.  ’.  incredibly  handsome,  but  certainly  cannot  focus  on  a  single  recipe.  on  a  serious  note  (  despite  the  consistent,  comical  little  tidbits  which  made  your  application  such  a  pleasure  to  read  ),  the  grasp  upon  his  character  you  presented  between  struggling  with  guilt  &.  penitence  was  flawless,  and  something  i  look  forward  to  seeing  explored  on  the  dash.

𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐀𝐒  𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐕𝐀𝐑

ABBY  !  there  was  so  much  i  loved  about  your  matthias,  but  i  especially  appreciated  how  you  incorporated  the  other  skeletons  into  interpersonal  plot  points  for  him.  the  attention  to  detail  within  matthias’  headspace  when  ruminating  over  them  was  absolutely  believable  to  his  character.  the  vast  detail  you  supplied  for  each  personality  trait  &.  headcanons  were  so  indicative  of  who  he’s  been  and  who  he’s  become  (  or  trying  so  desperately  to  be  ).  i’m  interested  to  see  his  reactions  to  henrik’s  next  moves  just  as  much  as  you,  and  where  our  drüskelle  will  stand,  then.  oh,  and  abby,  what’s  the  first  rule  about  fight  club  ?

𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐀  𝐙𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐊

EMILY  !  ah,  yes,  nina,  our  waffle  queen.  her  past,  present  &.  sought  future  were  crafted  so  wonderfully  within  your  application  ;  i  particularly  loved  your  headcanon  dealing  with  her  time  as  a  heartrender,  where  nina  stubbornly  wished  to  understand  the  small  science  whilst  her  peers  were  occupied  with  morozov’s  manuals.  it  was  a  pleasure  to  be  able  to  read  her  thoughts  on  the  grisha  she’s  become,  the  label  of  corpsewitch  adhered  to  her,  the  burden  it  has  also  set  upon  her  as  ‘  self - appointed  grisha  guardian  angel  ’.  &.  i  do  hope  you  get  to  share  those  plot  ideas  with  some  of  our  fellow  grisha,  as  your  points  revolving  around  them  were  so  well  thought  out  and  executed.  also,  you’re  right  —  kaz  gets  way  too  into  the  costumes.

𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐍

HARPER  !  i’m  ready  to  interact  with  felix.  it’s  no  wonder  kaz  made  him  a  deal  —  tragedy  maketh  man,  and  if  there’s  one  thing  dirtyhands  can  comprehend,  it’s  being  dealt  a  bad  hand.  i  love  the  idea  in  which  you  set  forth  that  he’s  lived  his  life  in  such  silence,  that  there  are  those  who  have  known  him  for  several  years,  but  haven’t  heard  even  a  whisper  slip  from  his  tongue.  the  way  you  transitioned  felix’s  headcanons  into  the  pivotal  moments  of  his  life  made  it  a  blast  to  read  through  (  especially  during  the  deal,  where  we  got  a  good  look  at  the  first  devil  in  his  life  ���  do  old  habits  die  hard,  in  the  end  ?  ).  once  again,  welcome  to  mourners  (  i  foresee  much  plotting  in  our  future  ).

𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑

ALEX  !  we  do  love  a  good  destroyer,  and  marlaina  is  no  exception.  she  knows  her  power  &.  is  not  afraid  to  unleash  it,  a  trait  that,  while  prized  within  the  dregs,  can  also  become  a  nightmare.  after  all,  control  &.  patience  can  be  key.  the  idea  that  she’s  particularly  skilled  at  cards  (  as  well  as  banned  from  most  gambling  halls  )  was  a  fresh  addition  to  the  skeleton,  as  i  quite  love  the  idea  of  our  hellish  heartrender  pushing  her  luck  at  the  crow’s  club  (  when  has  that  ever  ended  badly  ?  ).  i  agree  it’d  be  an  interesting  concept  to  see  her  have  another  grisha  under  her  wing,  especially  when  she  herself  is  always  so  keen  to  detonate  —  her  desertion,  however,  will  surely  catch  up  with  her  soon.

𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑

MARGOT  !  you  have  spun  the  impostor  into  an  entirely  new  medium,  and  produced  a  character  that  went  beyond  the  skeleton  provided.  ‘  prison  changed  you.  for  the  better.  you’re  more  fun  now,  sociable  and  loud,  like  a  cannon,  truly.  so  loud  everybody  jumps  when  you  burst  into  a  room.  ’  one  of  the  first  few  lines  in  your  application,  but  what  immediately  captured  my  attention  and  had  me  buckle  in.  i  never  considered  that  the  target  in  which  damned  the  impostor  to  the  depths  of  hellgate  could  be  family,  but  now  i’d  not  have  it  any  other  way.  aris  is  a  world  class  actor  &.  i  cannot  wait  to  help  you  set  the  stage  (  &.  maybe  watch  it  burn  in  the  process  ).

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐔𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐓

HENRY  JUDE  !  i  wasn’t  sure  if  there’d  be  a  lieutenant  at  the  start  of  mourners,  so  i  was  absolutely  thrilled  when  receiving  your  application.  an  important  player  with  a  plethora  of  potential  directions  in  which  they  could  shift,  and  i  can’t  wait  to  see  if  jozef's  includes  the  checkmate.  the  craftsmanship  in  your  design  for  him  was  extraordinarily  executed  and  quite  poetic  ;  he  was  absolute  pleasure  to  study.  i  look  forward  to  plotting  with  you  as  well  as  discussing  the  similarities  between  our  broken,  disastrous  muses  (  also,  i  can’t  believe  we’re  both  aleksander  morozova  apologists  ).

𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐎𝐑

ARACELIA  !  i’m  in  love  with  anya.  you  put  so  much  adoration  into  her  creation  &.  i  cannot  wait  to  see  it  bleed  onto  the  dash  (  you  make  it  so  hard  to  loathe  a  traitor  ).  her  personality  is  so  believably  balanced,  and  more  than  what  my  own  ideas  surrounding  the  role  initially  included.  the  birth  of  a  monster,  the  birth  of  a  tailor  &.  the  birth  of  an  illusionist  were  impeccably  composed  stories  which  sewed  her  into  existence.  you’ve  forged  a  character  who  is  the  definition  of  ‘  so  much  more  than  meets  the  eye  ’  &.  i  am  thrilled  to  have  gotten  the  first  look  at  our  scarab  queen.

𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐃

𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐈𝐄𝐑  |  EM  !  i  absolutely  love  the  concept  of  aleni  (  as  kaz  would  say:  she’s  a  particularly  good  investment  ).  with  grisha  within  his  crew,  what  better  for  an  amplifier  to  do  ?  i  was  wondering  if  i’d  see  an  application  involving  ketterdam’s  university,  and  was  immediately  thrilled  when  seeing  it  pulled  into  aleni’s  history.  the  idea  that  she  loved  ketterdam  in  any  capacity  is  not  something  you  tend  to  hear  (  it  died  quickly,  of  course  ),  which  was  a  unique  mention  within  your  wildcard.  &.  we  will  definitely  have  to  discuss  aleni  mistakenly  having  amplified  the  inferni  at  fifth  harbour,  as  i  believe  you’ve  proposed  an  excellent  idea.

𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐑  //  𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐀  𝐒𝐐𝐔𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐑  |  IRIS  !  to  be  introduced  to  valdis  by  way  of  your  character  summary  was  a  treat.  i  absolutely  loved  the  way  it  was  written,  and  immediately  knew  why  she’d  made  it  into  the  dregs  (  truly  obsessed  with  her  being  the  daughter  of  a  pirate  captain  ).  though  she  managed  to  escape  her  original  work  with  braam,  it  seems,  for  a  time,  she  had  let  history  repeat  itself,  but  with  perhaps  a  better  boss  than  originally  at  the  helm.  &.  with  a  new  debt  paid,  how  fast  till  old  loyalty  dies  ?  

𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑  //  𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐀  𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐑  |  REE  !  it’s  all  in  the  bones.  a  fjerdan  fleeing  for  discovering  themselves  grisha  is  always  something  i’ve  wanted  to  see  explored,  and  now  i  have  a  front  row  seat.  to  be  ostracized  by  their  own  &.  then  by  a  place  of  presumed  sanctuary  can  induce  a  particular  psychosis  within  the  most  stable  of  individuals,  and  we  do  love  sigyn’s  particular  brand  of  crazy.  you’ve  provided  an  entirely  fresh  take  on  what  is  known  of  a  grisha  healer,  and  how  such  gifts  may  be  construed  when  mixed  with  the  beliefs  of  fjerda.  thank  you  for  delivering  such  a  spellbinding  character  to  mourners.

𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐓  𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐋  |  ALI  !  with  a  vast  cast  of  varying  characters,  i  was  thrilled  to  see  that  senna  originally  came  from  wealth  (  it’s  a  different  path  to  weave,  one  that  usually  draws  more  enemies  than  friends  ).  your  application  was  so  appreciated,  providing  a  role  in  which  started  from  the  top  &.  careened  to  the  bottom  (  i  do  hope  to  see  senna  &.  wylan  swap  stories,  especially  where  senna  has  made  strides  to  escape  the  tread  of  their  father  ).  you  call  it  their  grand  adventure,  and  in  all  its  sinister  glory,  it’s  only  just  begun.  welcome  to  mourners  ;  let’s  plot  some  blackmail.

𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐑  //  𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐀  𝐓𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐑  |  NINA  !  both  applications  for  our  resident  tidemaker  spun  tales  which  were  a  pleasure  to  traverse,  and  i  would  have  loved  to  have  both  turning  the  tides  for  the  dregs.  manu  belongs  in  a  novel,  with  all  the  devotion  you’ve  clearly  put  into  him.  &.  i  am  ecstatic  to  at  least  have  him  for  mourners’  chapters.  when  you  wrote  ‘  for  the  wanderer  was  nothing  if  not  a  mismatched  family,  made  with  kerch  purple,  fjerdan  ice,  kaelish  fire,  zemeni  courage  and  ravkan  boldness  ’,  i  found  myself  able  to  refer  to  it  whilst  reading  through  the  life  authored  for  him,  able  to  pick  out  these  particular  qualities  on  his  way  to  the  barrel.  &.  hopefully,  he’ll  reach  the  surface  soon.

[audrinahq]

AUDRINA CHOI from GLENDALE UNIVERSITY! the TWENTY FOUR year old JENNIE KIM lookalike is most known for being SELF ASSURED and GENEROUS. but they can also be ARROGANT and CALLOUS. the GENDERQUEER always reminds me of JUMPING FENCES TO GET AWAY, VODKA IN A WATERBOTTLE, AN OLD LEATHER JACKET TAKEN FROM YOUR MOM'S CLOSET. that’s probably why they currently have CANDY BY MGK on repeat. with THEM around, this school year is bound to be interesting.

♡     ───   basics

full name: audrina choi nicknake(s): audrey, rina age: twenty four birthday: january ninth sexual orientation: [redacted] relationship status: unknown, assumed single occupation: heiress, student, model

♡     ───   background

place of birth: seoul, south korea hometown: upper east side, manhattan, new york education: graduated from constance billard school for girls, currently attending glendale university

♡     ───   physical

faceclaim: jennie kim eye color: dark brown hair color: black height: 5′1 

♡     ───   relatives

biological parents: choi myung-dae (father) & choi chi-yon (mother) adoptive guardians: viktor trimme & anika kuhn siblings: none, only child pets: casper, an orange cat & bandit, a german shepherd

♡     ───   biography / personality

when it comes to audrina’s adoption and their parents, there is no scandal- much to the disapintment of new york city. instead of being raised in south korea, audrina’s birth parents made the decision to give them up for adoption. it was an open adoption and audrina grew up with their birth parents as close family friends and their guardians, viktor and anika. viktor and anika were unable to have biological children of their own and after adopting audrina, they started a foundation meant to help in the adoption process for parents struggling. 

it’s not as if audrina is hiding their sexuality. yhey just love having that part of their life hidden from the media and prying eyes. very careful not to be spotted, audrina has become the master at hiding their personal life from not only page 6 but gossip girl as well. it’s become a big speculation if they’re dating anyone at all and who is might be. anyone spotted with them is subject to the “are they dating” questions before it’s clear that whomever it is, is not audrina’s partner. 

audrina is the person you want with you when things get complicated. they have a knack for either talking their way out of anything and when words don’t work, money sure does. most of the time the reason someone is in trouble is audrina’s fault but they don’t leave a friend behind. they do, however, leave pawns behind. “pawns are meant to be sacrificed for the queen to win.” high school it was clear they thought themself the queen bee of constance billard. it seems in college that mentality hasn’t died away but no longer are they making it known they want to be on top. not as obvious, at least.

audrina is a very “love them and leave them” type of person. commitment is a nasty word when it comes to relationships. rumor has it their best friend has a reward for the first person to get them to say ‘i love you’. 

♡     ───   in character questionnaire 

Parents names and occupations? Are they still together? Still alive?

“which set of parents are you talking about? myung-dae and chi-yon are owners of a ramyeon shop in korea. viktor is a criminal defense attorney and anika is a plastic surgeon. they’re all still alive.”

Where did you grow up?

“in the upper east side. manhattan. fifth avenue, to be specific.” 

Relationship Status?

“wouldn’t you like to know? next question.”

What is your major?

“education. and no, i don’t want to be a teacher but i need a background in education so i can sit on school boards and reform the education system.”

Sexuality? 

“you won’t get that answer from me. stop trying.”

Do you have a job?

“what? being a student isn’t good enough? i do some modelling as a hobby. i don’t need to work.”

Do you dorm at school? Have an apartment?

“i live in the same apartment i always have. i lived in the dorms for freshman year- it was required, and then moved out the second i could. community living isn’t for me.”

Hobbies?

“aside from modeling, i like reading. i’m into fashion- what upper east side kid isnt? oh- dancing and art too. recently took up taekwondo.”

If you had a warning label, what would yours say?

“tiny but mighty? no. uh- probably something to do with how i would kick your ass. i don’t know, i’m not that clever.”

What have you been up to over the summer?

“you know that better than i do. seem like a gossip girl reader. ask her, sure she knows.”

Last image taken on your cell phone?

Last text you received?

“next question.”

Where were you the night the fight broke out?

“korea, i was working.”

♡     ───   character inspirations 

blair waldorf

jenny humphrey

narcissa malfoy

harley quinn

ingui "queen" yoon

klaus mikaelson

caroline forbes

rebekah mikaelson

♡     ───   wanted connections

sex money feelings dies ( open ) - think of exes but make it a one night stand but on top of that a frequent hook up. every time you say that won’t hook up with each other again. it’s not healthy, you both want past the relationship and let it go, but the moment y’all see each other from across the bar or at a party you just know you’ll end up in each other’s bed again

i saw you in a dream ( nadine alston ) - you guys were close. so close. thought there would never be a time you guys wouldn’t talk, but one thing lead to another and you’re left thinking about them when it’s just you and your thoughts. without them your life really hasn’t been the same, but is it worth getting past what happened to pick up the phone and call them?

painkiller ( juliana “jules” santos ) - best friends forever. literally. this person knows you inside out and you can’t see a day without them. they’re essentially your painkiller. you tell them everything and them back to you. they can tell if you’re feeling down just by the way you send your snapchat streaks that morning. you can’t see a day without them.

call your girlfriend ( open ) - this one is pretty messy. your muse is in a relationship, but there’s a huge flirtationship between these two. the flirtationship essentially becomes to both of these people attached to each other and maybe... even in love. but there’s still that relationship that’s in the way... YIKES

perfect places ( noah evans ) - party buddies but make it you guys just getting lost in the vibes because you don’t want to deal with life. it’s a good friendship. you guys get the thoughts in your head to go numb, but at a point it’s like what’s the point ?

femme fatale ( jared callahan ) - one muse is a huge fool for the other. they’re head over heels for them but they’re just playing around with the other’s feelings because hey ! it’s fun ! all of their friends tell them to ‘ just leave it you’re gonna get hurt ’, but they just continue to be boo boo the fool 

ex affair ( open ) - basically your muse was the cheater and audrina the other woman but it ended for whatever reason.

family friends ( luca cartwright ) - friends who met through family, could either be close or it be an awkward situation because they don't really get along or know each other well.

squad goals ( tatiana “tati” reyes , juliana “jules” santos , open ) - just a close knit group of friends. the group chat is always going off with someone’s dramatics, one or more of the squad constantly featured together in social media and the press. one or more or all of them constantly sleeping over at audrina’s place. doesn’t matter the university, these friends have been ride or die since childhood at least.

♡     ───   wanted connections

these can be used in any direction the “you” does not mean your muse from the point of view from audrina, it can go either direction. i just like the #aesthetic of writing it this way. 

001. open. you pulled away from me, so i pulled away from you. i pulled away when you hurt me. you pulled away when the world hurt you. and now we are both pulled away during a time when we are supposed to be pulled together. at some point i needed to put it all behind me. forget about you. forget about the way you made me wonder. and what we could have been. because it never happened, and it always got later, morning always turned into nights and the day was eventually over and nothing had changed. but it doesn’t mean that i don’t feel a damn thing, i do still feel a hole in my heart when they talk about you, i do still want to scream when i hear you have another life with someone else, i do still want to feel your kiss on my skin. and i do still love you.

002. open. we have no idea what personal boundaries are and yeah we’ve made out before a lot and yeah it was ok but we’re friends ok friends and why are you staring at me like that? why are you holding my hand always? why are you telling me how much you adore me? oh we’re not dating? oh you’ve been in love with me for years and i’m a doorknob and now things are awkward and i don’t know what to do to fix it.

003. open. i confessed i might be in love with and you said you weren’t interested in dating me because we’re just friends and i’m getting over that heartbreak but you show up on my doorstep and kiss me and we end up in bed and in the morning you tell me this was a mistake and before i can stop you, you leave. you show up again. lather rinse repeat. it’s not good for either of us but we keep doing it.

004. open. we tried the whole dating thing and it didn’t work out and we’ve moved beyond that. you’re my go-to friend on anything and everything and any problem you got i will fucking mow down hell to fix. wow your smile just lights up my world and please don’t be sad. who made you sad i will throw them in hell and mow them down and – oh wow. i never got over you. you’re my fucking world and i just want you to be happy but you can only see me as a friend because when you look at me you see our failed relationship but i’m not the same person i swear.

005. open. we’ve been best friends since we were kids, grew up next to each other and even though we aren’t from the same family we get confused for siblings a lot when we were younger. we’re older now and people keep thinking we’re dating but it’s not like that, we’re just extremely close. oh hey, you’re at my house more often than your own cause i don’t like to be alone at night and the neighbors think we’re together or having an affair and it’s funny to laugh about at dinners and we always get each other valentine’s presents since we were kids and you’re the first person i call when anything happens in my life. what? no, i’m not in love with them, they’re just my best friend.

006. open. “hey, open your front door. i’m here with chips, pizza, ice cream, and your favorite pastries. yes, i know it’s like 3am but i’m your best friend and i know you’re sad right now and i am here to comfort you.”

007. open. you’re not my ex anything. you were a passing moment, an almost a maybe one day we’ll be something but one day never came, you passed by and ‘almost’ didn’t happen. and yet it feels like something did because i know your favorite songs, what you think about late at night and how beautiful you thought i was. and i know you knew even more about me. our story was like an acute angle, a meeting point and then off in different directions. so close and then farther and farther away. we were an almost, maybe, someday.

008. open. tell me where we went wrong because it’s still not clear to me. there are still questions left unanswered and they’re killing me. tell me why we end up here, i thought we’d last a little bit longer. tell me what happened, why all of a sudden you decided to live without me. you just left. tell me how far should i walk away from you because i can’t turn away on my own. i’ve tried my best to let go but my life keeps coming back to you. i’ve tried to walk alone but i keep on looking back, hoping that every time that i turn, you’re there walking with me. tell me when to stop loving you because i don’t know how to stop this feeling.

009. open. if you’re alone, i’ll be your shadow. if you want to cry, i’ll be your shoulder. if you want a hug, i’ll be your pillow. if you need to be happy, i’ll be your smile… but anytime you need a friend, i’ll just be me.

010. open. things were great for a while before suddenly they weren’t. commitment doesn’t look good on you or me and now everything ends in a fight. you pushed me away so i pushed you away harder, the distance became catastrophic and the relationship imploded. hearts were shattered in the process and now you just bring back too many memories of what it felt like to be happy and to be in love so i just ignore you cause it feels easier than facing the truth that i miss you.

[okayoonoh]

KUN’S FAMILY

here’s the fifth part of this series! kun’s family is honestly so adorable :)))

here’s the masterlist for all things nct dad related! there’s more parts to this that you guys can read so go and check them out!

QIAN KUN

he has 2 daughters, qian lei and qian fen. lei is 5 years older than her little sister, fen.

QIAN LEI: >> as a baby <<

she stole kun’s heart from the second she let out her first breath

she’s kun’s princess and he’s 100% taken by her

she was a little more on the fussy side

but kun was there to make sure she was okay 

through and through

kun was an amazing father from the start

like he didn’t really read a lot of parenting books, he only read like one

he was naturally an amazing father

he knew how to deal with everything with lei

like all of nct would be amazing fathers

but kun is honestly like the best

the boys would go to him for parenting advice

kun would know everything and have an answer to all of their questions

anyway

lei was a pretty normal baby

she was born prematurely and was really sick :,(

she had to stay behind in the hospital for a little bit

you were really sad and panicked a lot, but kun took this news very well

he was nervous, but he was supportive for you and he gave you a shoulder to cry on

thank goodness he was strong for you

because his strength let lei get better faster than expected

she was so tiny as baby

kun held her so delicately

like she was made of fine china

hehehe puns

anyway

because she was sick, she was pretty fussy

there were many nights that she kept you up because she was so uncomfortable

kun would wake up for all the hours of of the night to comfort her

like you know the video of the toddler crying and the dad straight up climbs in her crib and sleeps in the crib with his toddler?

kun would do stuff like that

because kun sang to her a lot whenever she’d cry, she started developing her love for music at this early age

>> as a child <<

kun taught her how to play piano and it’s her favorite instrument

she learns how to write songs at this age

she’s really good at the piano and she has the sweetest voice

you and kun put her in all of the advanced piano classes

she loves it

as a child, she was pretty competitive with piano and music

she’s the type of girl that like is really studious

she just wants to make you guys proud

and she does, and you let her know that

but she still works hard to 

she’s best friends with lucas’s oldest son, wong liwei (they’re born the same year)

they became close because they spent so much time together growing up

they’re almost polar opposites, but they’re still close friends

liwei is kinda dumb lol

lei is really smart

so she tutors him

liwei respects lei and he listens to her

lei is a little more on the mellow side

she’s friendly and a little more quiet

she gets along well with everyone, but she especially gets together well with taeil’s oldest daughter, moon yoojin

they’re both rather quiet so they bond over that

while akari, noah, kaleb, etc. were playing, yoojin and lei would stay back and read together

(read the other parts if ya wanna learn more about the other kids ;))

lei was really bad at sports because of it lol

even still, she was still crazy smart

she always thinks logically 

her music was actually really beautiful, but she lacked the emotions

everything would be technically perfect, but it lacked the human aspect

she was devastated because she thought she got everything perfect

liwei helped teach her how to be more emotional with her stuff

and she started looking at love and beauty in the world

like she took in the love kun and you have for each other

she took a step back and learned about the love she has for her sister 

the love she has for liwei

she just took all of that and expressed her emotion through her music

that was the last step she needed until she became truly great

this is how liwei and lei truly became best friends

it’s because he taught her that it’s okay to have emotions lol

she learned how to love better because of it :)

>> as a teen/adult <<

she became a well known song writer

she doesn’t necessarily want to be an idol herself

but she does enjoy helping them write songs

she really loves jazz and wants to increase the complexity of music

she doesn’t really want her music to be cookie cutter music

a lot of ballad singers go to her for music

because her music is really complex and beautiful

taeil’s son, moon seojoon, did a whole album with her

all of the kids who do stuff with music work with her

piano is her main instrument, but she knows how to play so many more

music is her life

she views music in a philosophical sense

(i also view music like this so imma get a little philosophical on y’all lol)

she knows that music lives on past any of us

and it’s this higher thing that isn’t ours

lei learned that, and that’s why her music is so good

she’s friendly and kind, but she knows how to be professional and how to treat music with respect

she will never ever trash people for their style tho

like there are a couple kids who became idols

and she supports them 100%

she’ll teach them about music if they’re curious

she’s respectful and supportive and will never tear anyone down because they don’t believe in the same things she does

she’ll go to nakamoto yui’s flower shop whenever she needs inspiration

she knows how to write all types of music tho

like she can make a sick beat

or make a killer rock piece

her favorite style to make is jazz

liwei is still her best friend at this point

he still learns a lot from her

she learns from him too

honestly, he’s her muse lol

like and he’s so kind about everything

he could listen to her talk for hours about this new theory she discovered

and like he won’t really understand a word

but he’ll still listen

whether they get together or not, they still are each other’s best friend

they compliment each other so well

lei writes songs for you and kun all of the time

kun even writes songs with her whenever he can

he’s so proud with all that his daughters have done

lei dedicates so many songs to the two of you

like ugh she’s just a really amazing music lover

QIAN FEN: >> as a baby <<

she loves all things that are soft

she’s also kun’s princess

he’s so happy he had 2 girls

he loves them oh so much

he wouldn’t trade any moment for anything

fen wasn’t sick at all

she was happy and healthy

she was also very tiny tho lol

she loved to eat everything

she wasn’t picking with anything either

fen would eat anything you put in front of her 

she was like always hungry too lol

she was tiny when she was born but she gained a lot of baby fat

she had the fullest cheeks

everyone wanted to squeeze them all of the time

she has dimples

you’re sure she got her dimples from kun 

but kun is sure she got her dimples because you guys kiss her cheeks so much

you nicknamed her mochi because of her cheeks

she was your typical baby

she loved to play

she loved to sleep

her favorite toys were her little plastic cooking toys

kun hated every moment he was away from his two princess

he truly did spoil the heck out of them

the girls got along with each other really well too

when you were pregnant with fen

lei would attend to your every need

like while kun is cooking for the family

lei would go and make you some tea because your belly made it hard for you to stand up without someone’s help lol

like lei was a really good older sister to fen

fen didn’t really complain a lot when she was watched by lei

she was just an all around chonky cutie :)))

>> as a child <<

she discovers that she loves cooking at this age

she’s really good at cooking too

like

she showed up on one of those kid cooking shows

she learned that this is what she wanted to do from an early age

fen discovered that food is yummy

and to make the yummiest food, you make it yourself

she’s best friends with lucas’s second son, wong liqiang

they became best friends because their born the same year

and fen went with lei a lot whenever they went over to lucas’s house

they’re the same age and they both agree that food is like the best thing ever

she loves your’s and kun’s cooking 

like no matter how good she gets

she’ll prefer your cooking over her’s any day

she loves to eat too

she loves to bake

she’s always baking cookies

like omg imagine

kun is busy with work

you’re also busy with work

lei is busy with practicing her piano or something

and liqiang and fen are just hanging out

they’ll make cookies together

and they’ll go by to everyone individually, delivering the cookies

they’ll be the cutest

with their big eyes, they’ll look up at you and say something like “good job for working hard! please take a cookie.”

those cookies were some of the best cookies you’ve ever had

fen is really caring and kind

she loves making people happy

she especially loves to make people happy through her cooking

>> as a teen/adult <<

she turned her love for cooking into a career

she becomes a well known chef

she goes to university to study the science of food

she owns her own cafe

she makes gorgeous sweets

fen doesn’t care for gourmet food

she used to 

she worked under a world renowned chef for a while and learned she didn’t really like it

it wasn’t fun

she wants her food to make everyone happy

and it does

liqiang and her open up a cafe together

it just has happy vibes throughout

they make yummy food

she makes sure she makes the recipes you and kun taught her

and those are some of her best ones

she comes to work everyday with a smile because she’s doing what she loves

all of the kids go to support her and liqiang’s cafe

they all collectively agree that her food is the best

a lot of food critics and reviewers love her food

even though she doesn’t own a gourmet restaurant, they still call it a must see when you visit the city she lives in

liqiang handles more of the business aspects of everything

they’re platonically best friends

liqiang also loves to make people happy

and if it’s through this business, then man, he’s satisfied

fen honestly just lives an amazing and full life where she does what makes her happy

lei supports everything she does

and fen supports everything lei does

they’re still really close together

fen cares so much about her friends and her family

she hates it whenever they’re sad

she knows that food heals all wounds

and she makes the best food

so if anyone ever wants to sad eat, go to her and she’ll take care of you.

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honestly, lei and fen are just two of the nicest human beings because their father qian kun and you raised them so well :,)

i hope you guys liked it! i think i’ll take a small break writing the information about the kids and i might go and write some scenarios about them and their dads. we’ll see ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ 

if you wanna stay tuned, i don’t mind tagging you! just message me or comment that you wanna be tagged and i’ll tag you each time i update a nct dad thing, or just everytime i update in general, it’s your choice! this doesn’t bug me at all, it honestly makes me happy people want to read what i’ve got :)

anyway, doyoung’s family is up next! stay tuned you guys :)

- amy <3

[seven-oomen]

I’m sorry you’re still feeling exhausted.  I hope work wasn’t too terrible today, and that the weekend lets you rest up a bit (if you get normal weekends.  working in retail I try not to assume.)  Also, this is likely to just be a short(-ish) collection of unconnected musings, but I felt like sharing them anyway, and really you should be used to that from me at this point.  XD  So, first off that tree painting is GORGEOUS.  I mean, I tend to be kinda partial to that whole tree silhouette type aesthetic, so I’m probably slightly biased.  But still.  (And the background shading… <3 )  Also, ngl, the backlit keyboard keeps making me think of that video of Henry Cavill assembling his new computer that’s making the rounds.  That is not meant as a complaint of any sort, mind you, merely an observation.

Speaking of hot scruffy dudes who are actually massive dorks, did you SEE Ian’s most recent Insta pic?!  (the non-cowboy hat one)  Omg, I don’t know why he keeps complaining about how it’s starting to look like TW Season One hair like it’s some sort of bad thing.  (The longer the hair, the better the grip you can get. […uh…wait, what?… ’>.> ])  That pic just screams OUAT sequel to me.  Out here looking all shaggy and windblown and peaceful and content.  Proud Alpha Dad Peter spending quality time with his family/pack.  How very dare he spring this on an unsuspecting public with no warning?  I was not prepared.  (Also, Sinqua and Holland commenting on it just ups the adorable factor that much more.)

Also, was looking at a few sites lately in consideration of ordering a few more masks for work, found this print on one of them and almost laughed myself absolutely stupid.  I don’t know why it was just so funny to me, but I hope it cheers you as much as it did me.  Btw, it’s available on an impressive variety of items, including two types of notebooks, t-shirts, mugs, blankets, pillows, beach towels, shower curtains, rugs, bath mats, several styles of bags, phone cases, and assorted types of wall art (sadly not on a mask, however.  I was deeply disappointed.)  I can see any number of items ending up in the Haleargentski household, bought by assorted non-wolf members for assorted wolf members, because they are a family of assholes.  (I feel like the first gift was a travel mug to Peter from his darling husbands, then a t-shirt [on black ofc] from Peter to Derek, and then it just all snowballed from there.)

Today’s literally-just-appeared-out-of-nowhere-wtf-brain thought is (much like the French maid thing) definitely of the nsfw variety, so consider yourself duly warned if you have a shift today.  Because I mean we talked about Chris and Noah using toys on each other, but why should Peter get left out of the fun?  There are plenty of ways for him to enjoy them, too.  Like, pretty much the initial spontaneous thought was “Peter getting pulled into someone’s lap and being pegged within an inch of his life until he comes screaming down the throat of whichever one is going down on him at the same time."  And I was just like "not sure what this has to do with this video of how to make a ukelele out of colored pencils, but continue."  But like, no really.  Peter being knotted in one of them while the other uses beads or a (vibrating) plug on him?  (Which one is the asshole who momentarily turns the vibration up high enough that they BOTH can feel it?)  Or using those, or some kind of prostate massager, while he’s tied up and watching them with each other?  Bonus points in that situation for anything remote controlled.  See just how good his control really is.  Equal opportunity toy usage is what I’m saying, basically.

Also had a thought inspired by a pregnant friend and her fiance raving about a local pizza place’s monthly special, which is a pickle pizza (no really).  I may or may not have asked her if she had it with ice cream (I totally did, but apparently she’s past that point.)  So I was wondering about any weird or specific cravings the boys have while pregnant.  I remember Chris having a thing about chocolate pudding in the flashbacks.  Was it only a certain type of pudding, or would any kind do?  Were there any others he had?  Did he have the same ones with Ben or different?  What about Noah?  What sort of cravings did he get, if any?  And did they vary between sets of twins?  Did anybody go the aforementioned pickles and ice cream route?  Anybody dipping fries in Nutella?  Onion straws in peanut butter?  Doritos in cottage cheese?  Anybody eat salsa straight out of the jar?  Did anybody get any sudden absolute need for a specific fast food at two in the morning?  Or suddenly want a type of snack food only carried at one truck stop halfway past the next town?  Anybody spend several days eating nothing but veggie trays, including ones they normally can’t stand?  Anybody develop a temporary aversion to certain things, like coffee (feels like it would be a terrible thing for either of them)?  Did Peter cater to their every whim in any and all of these situations?  (I already know that answer.)  Did either one ever get demanding about it, or did they go the more passively-wistful-won’t-stop-mentioning-it route?  Side note; did anyone (not family) ever catch the wrong end of hormones now backed by even more combat and/or magical ability?  (Debbie at the bake sale best step off or she gonna regret a number of her life choices.)

Uh…I think that was the last of the random swirling questions/musings/headcanons for now…  I hope you feel a bit better today, and that the time off (I think you mentioned some time off?) is helpful.  Enjoy your time with your friend (that was this weekend, right?).  If you’ve got ideas for writing stuff, but are having trouble getting them down, would making quick notes/reminders, or voice recordings, for later help?  Like, so you don’t worry about losing them, but aren’t forcing yourself to do something you don’t feel up for at the time?  Either way, congrats on keeping up with the journaling (and the pretty, pretty art), and I hope tracking everything proves helpful.  And remember, other people’s bullshit issues and hang-ups are in no way your fault (no matter what they try to tell you), and you deserve all the good things.  Take care!  *Hugs to both of you!* 

Yeah, honestly I think I hit that point in my life again where my battery is drained and I can’t restart it. Which is how I got my burn out at first and working towards another one. Heh but I also don’t want to give up now and just keep working for a little longer because my contract expires at the end of September and yeah.. 

Stress.

Aww gosh thank you, yeah I really like how that one turned out! It was better than expected.

Btw if you’re into Zombie apocalypse stories (I am) you should definitely check out The girl with all the gifts. It’s so brutal but also interesting, I definitely enjoyed that. (And it was research for my own book)

Lol I love this keyboard and this laptop, really, it was the most expensive thing I ever bought but it’s so worth it. Still runs super smooth after 2 years. I don’t think I’ve seen that video of Henry though. 

And omg yes I did and it’s the best thing. he looks so SOFT omg. I def got  OUAT S2 vibes from that. And OUAT vibes. Also that pic of him with Colton, omg. Those were the best!

THAT PRINT!!!! I nearly snorted coffee out of my nose this morning but managed to swallow it down just in time. My work computer would have suffered caffeine damage otherwise XD.

But yeah, that becomes a running gag for sure!

Because I mean we talked about Chris and Noah using toys on each other, but why should Peter get left out of the fun?  There are plenty of ways for him to enjoy them, too.  Like, pretty much the initial spontaneous thought was “Peter getting pulled into someone’s lap and being pegged within an inch of his life until he comes screaming down the throat of whichever one is going down on him at the same time."

*cheff’s kiss* 

Yes.

Oh the images are so good. Remind me to write them out in detail tomorrow after the zoo trip.

Also parking the pregnancy cravings to answer tomorrow since it’s past midnight and I should catch some sleep before I need to be up again. But I will definitely type that HC out.

Side note; did anyone (not family) ever catch the wrong end of hormones now backed by even more combat and/or magical ability?  (Debbie at the bake sale best step off or she gonna regret a number of her life choices.)

Ohhh Debbie’s toast. Because yes, Noah’s magic is that much stronger when it’s fueled by pregnancy hormones and Chris turns into a very protective hormonal fighting machine. Low center of gravity has advantages when you’re in a squabble with the Karens.

And yeah, I have four days off right now. Which means I don’t have to work until Thursday again. Which is awesome!

But yeah work wasn’t too bad, I had to do one bad news conversation which fucking sucked since there was nothing I could do and nobody I could get a hold off to fix the problem for that customer and it was just a waiting game. I hate those conversations. I honestly do.

Most of it was quiet though and I got to leave an hour earlier due to the quiet day. So that was good. And I watched a movie while being paid (The girl with all the gifts) so that was pretty fun too XD

I actually voice record a lot already. I find it really helps with clearing my mind and I write a lot of stuff down. But I appreciate the tip!

Lots of cuddles from me and Mo and I hope your day went by well. <3

[chrysolina]

Luck by colours

Ask - Chris x Reader- Reader comes home to Chris trying to clean up after the kids, dodger, and himself got a little too out of control with finger paints. - Anon 

Cheers for the ask anon!! Hope you enjoy!

Summary - How lucky can a father be when his wife comes home to see the mess he and the kids have made whilst painting?

Word Count - 911

Warnings - death by fluff, kids being kids, daddy Chris (;

M A S T E R L I S T

Part i - Luck          Part ii - Luck on the first day

A charming autumnal breeze nipped at your partially covered neck as you stepped out of the car after an arduous last day at work. Regardless to the fact that you got home before 4pm, your day was exhausting to say the least - teaching a junior paediatrician the what-to-do’s all day and looking after sick children in your care whilst being eight months pregnant with twins wasn’t an easy task but you did it, all the same.

With the final day of work behind you and the days of maternity leave ahead, you looked forward to spending the night in with your children and Chris, hopefully accompanied by a pizza or some takeout meal.

Once you stepped through the door and shrugged your coat off, you noticed something awful; the house was quiet. A quiet house with a three year old and a 18 month old baby always meant trouble, not to mention the fact that you couldn’t hear any sound of Dodger or Chris who would usually have greeted you happily by now.

“Chris? Honey?” You called out through the house and wandered into the living room, finding Dodger laying on his bed behind the sofa sleepily looking up to you. As best as you could you bent down to give one of your favourite boys a good petting but stopped when you saw splotches of blue, green and yellow paint littered here and there along his coat.

“Hey welcome back, you alright?” Chris snuck out from behind you and helped you from your position, your face soon finding purchase on his chest as he smothered you into his embrace.

“God I missed you today.” He sighed into your hair and rubbed your strained back soothingly, a relaxed moan escaping your lips at his unwinding touch.

“I missed you too baby.” You leant up and pecked his lips teasingly quick, something still not setting right in your stomach when you looked back to Dodger and then Chris.

“Chris where are the kids?” You eyed him up suspiciously and glanced behind him, expecting to see them there toddling to you - but they weren’t.

“And why is Dodger covered in paint?” You decided it was time to investigate and pondered from the living room to the kitchen, a startled gasp echoing around the room.

Should you or should you not react? Your mind couldn’t really comprehend what to make of your discovery as you watched Bella and Noah dab, splatter and prod at the A3 pieces of paper, the faces, clothes and hands smeared in paint. For now at least, all you could do was smile and laugh at the sight and catch your children in the act, their faces written with shock.

“Well well well, what do we have here?” You mused at Bella and Noah - who were giggling mischievously - and then back to Chris - who grimaced at the two from over your shoulder, hands taking purchase on your enlarged bump.

“Mommy! Mommy! Look, I painted’ded us all!” Your eldest, Bella, squealed from her spot on the floor and jumped up to show you, paint dripping everywhere in the process.

You gasped at the picture of all six of you as stick people and put it to dry on the island beside you. “It’s beautiful baby, thank you.” You kissed her red stained cheek and looked back to Chris with a knowing smirk.

“Wet wipes for paint? Seriously?” You laughed at the partially removed smears of paint on Noah and Bella’s cheeks and looked back to Chris again, who just shrugged at your pointed look.

“It was best thing I had at hand when you came in.” Chris explained and peeled Noah away from his painting, the stains of paint littering his little hands and shirt made you wince at the mess of laundry you’d have to get though tomorrow.

As much as you hated to bring them away from their messy afternoon activities, you knew that they had spent enough time making a mess as it was “C’mon you two, time to get you cleaned up.” You spoke with a laugh tangled in your voice as you pulled Noah away from his father’s grip and motioned Bella to the bathroom.

“And you can clean up the mess, mister.” You partially scolded Chris for allowing the kids to make such a mess before you got home.

“And will daddy get a reward for cleaning up?” Chris quipped back in almost lightning speed and made you do a double take, your brows furrowing in humour to his teasing ways.

“You’re adorable but no, not now.” You rolled your eyes playfully at Chris but pecked his lips teasingly, your real answer laced within your soft wet lips.

“Later,” you winked at him and strolled away to the upstairs bathroom with Noah on one hip and a shit-eating smirk on your face once you heard Chris whistle below his breath at the sight of your now fuller behind.

“Oh fuck me,” You partially heard Chris mumble from the kitchen above the clattering of him getting the mop out, your brows furrowing scrutinisingly at the remark.

After all this time being a father and after all the bad habits Chris had given up over the years of being a dad, it looked like being a potty mouth would forever last with him even after the birth of your third and fourth child - the idea making you roll your eyes again before responding.

“Language!”

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Tags : @patzammit @tacohead13 @coffeebooksandfandom @youreahandsomedevil @chrisevans1fan @multireality

[gnasccr]

Shipping Info Meme

Answer the following for your muse so people know how shipping works on your blog.

WHAT IS YOUR OTP FOR YOUR CHARACTER?:

as much as Noah really says he doesn’t have a type, he does. He’s really crushing hard on Azedia ( @nvrcmplt​ ), and while I wouldn’t say he’s in love with Azedia just yet (  because for noah to fall in love, that’s going to take time ), he really adores the man. Of course, there’s other characters i could see Noah eventually gaining crushes on or already has crushes on, but Azedia sparks the most emotions inside of him. There’s always the fact that Azedia being an angel might have something to do with Noah’s gravitation towards him ( even if Noah himself doesn’t know this yet ), but really, Noah thinks Azedia is the most precious thing in the world. Which is kinda funny, considering who Azedia is and that to anyone else, he’s intimating af. 

Noah isn’t completely oblivious tho. he knows there’s something a little “abnormal” about Azedia. Paired with Noah having 0 idea what Azedia does for a living. At this point, Noah’s a tiny bit afraid to ask, bc Azedia has mentioned before that he deals with blood a lot, and Noah still sits and wonders what that could possibly mean. is azedia a doctor? a cop? he only wants to think of the positives, he doesn’t want to remove the heart shaped glasses he wears when looking at the first person he’s developed real, genuine feelings for. 

i also LIVE for the fact that Noah is opening up more to Azedia, and isn’t afraid to be his worst self around the guy. Before, Noah was kinda reserved, and held off being weird and goofy in fear that Azedia would take it the wrong way. From the beginning, ( without realizing it ) Noah’s always been attracted to Azedia so he wanted to play it Cool and Collected. But now, he’s as comfortable enough with the angel as he is with his close friends, and this might have to do with Azedia also admitting his returned feelings for Noah. 

WHAT ARE YOU WILLING TO WRITE WHEN IT COMES TO SHIPPING?

O shit boy, p much everything. I love it all lol, fluff, smut, angst- you name it

HOW LARGE DOES THE AGE GAP HAVE TO BE TO MAKE IT UNCOMFORTABLE?

i mean, as long as an adult isn’t dating a minor, i don’t really care. especially for a fictional ship you know?? but if a 30 yr old is dating a 15 yr old, idc if it’s fictional that shit’s UHHH

ARE YOU SELECTIVE WHEN SHIPPING?

a little bit i guess?? i definitely have to be comfortable with the mun. but for Noah in particular, i wouldn’t say that i’m selective, it’s just that Noah doesn’t develop crushes easily. and as of right now, he’s fixated on one person 

HOW FAR DO STEAMY MOMENTS HAVE TO GO BEFORE THEY ARE CONSIDERED NS/FW?

the moment genitals come into play im slapping the nsfw tag on it

WHO ARE OTHER THE CHARACTERS YOU SHIP YOUR CHARACTER WITH?

other characters that i can definitely see Noah gaining crushes/already has crushes on are 

@monosmazi​ - August 

@hhemeraa​ - Troy 

@carnivorarium​ - Micah 

@witchbcrnt​ - Lotte

Noah already has a minor crush on August, and the other’s would be developed over time, but again, Azedia already takes up most of his uwu feelings 

DOES ONE HAVE TO ASK TO SHIP WITH YOU?:

this one’s kinda tough, but for Noah, i guess i’d have to say yes? for my other blogs, throw whoever you want at them idc, but Noah’s a special case. but i  also mean, me and Tala didn’t discuss Noah and Azedia catching feelings for each other, it just happened lol so idk

HOW OFTEN DO YOU LIKE TO SHIP?

shipping is great! i love to ship! any type of ship is good with me, be it romantic, platonic, familial, i love it all!

ARE YOU SHIP OBSESSED OR SHIP MORE-OR-LESS?:

i think i’d like to put myself somewhere in between? i really love romantic shipping, but i also like to play with other types of relationships too that aren’t just romance 

ARE YOU MULTISHIP?

i usually am! my other two blogs are multiship. but Noah is singleshipped only and that’s not gonna change

WHAT IS/ARE YOUR FAVOURITE SHIP(S) IN YOUR CURRENT FANDOM?:

i think i already answered this up top?? and i definitely send a kiss to the ocs that Noah could get feelings for

FINALLY, HOW DOES ONE SHIP WITH YOU?:

like i said before, I have to be comfy with the mun. but other than that, chemistry between muses is a must. if they’re constantly fighting and clash over every little thing, it isn’t gonna work out. and the constant building of their relationship and development of the characters inside and out of that relationship is important!! i also need to know that ur not gonna up and disappear one day and noah’s left wondering wtf happened to his bf

Tagged by: @sonderrow  (thank you!!!)

Tagging: @sansloii @dismalpeck @lovegraced @soulsxng (and whoever else wants to do it!)

[gamebro-advance]

Time for an Introduction

It’s been quite some time since I started work on these guys. But I think it’s about time they get the limelight they deserve. Introducing: The Gamebro Sides! 

(also known as Noah’s Sides. I’m Noah.)

“He can’t be serious... I’M NOT READY!!!“ shouts a flamboyant voice from behind the mind stage’s curtain. “I need more time! Here, you! You go!“ The sounds of resistance and struggling flails can be heard. 

“Knock it off! I don’t want to go out there!” A smaller voice whispers harshly before being thrust out onto the stage. The spotlights focus in on a short and hooded figure. A child? Nope! This is Confidence.

He stands anywhere from 3′ - 4′7″ in height, depending on how he’s feeling. He’s responsible for helping me have the courage and willpower to do things. He also has a big say in filtering what I say and do. If he doesn’t feel good about it, we probably won’t do or say it. He’s currently working extra hard to help me get this written out. If you guys could show him some extra love for all his hard work, that’d really help him out! Alrighty, who’s next? How about the one who pushed him out in the first place? An offended scoffing erupts from behind the curtain. Speaking of said curtain, how about I just pull that back to reveal...

MUSE-IMAGINATION (Goes by ‘Magination or Muse for short)

“Oh, I look dreadful!“ He laments. And he’ll be fine. It’s just a rough sketch of him, so it’s not like it’s the end of the world.

“It might as well be! I don’t even have an insignia! No crest for my adoring fans to doodle in the margins of their notebooks. What will they draw now?!“

I dunno, maybe Em’s emblem? Anyways, it’s his own fault for not having one ready. Muse here can be very fickle when it comes to creating things. He works on what he wants, whenever he wants to, and he’ll do it however he wants. He is the stroke of inspiration. And while he may not be the most consistent content producer, he certainly has some of the best ideas ever.

“I do, don’t I?” He puffs, “And oh, how I would love to share them with you all... if only a certain small side wouldn’t keep shutting them down.“ He glances at the offending side, causing him to pull his hood down lower. Now Muse, stop belittling Confidence.

“It’s okay, I probably deserved it...“ Confidence replies weakly.

“OH NO YOU DON’T!” Booms a strong voice. A voice that’s got me all excited. Ooooohh, here he comes! With heavy footsteps, he charges into the room to come and scoop up his little buddy in a big bear hug.

IT’S EMPATHY!!!

This big ol’ bear is one of my most dominating sides. His heart is as big as his stomach. He loves everyone to the fullest and makes sure nobody is left out. He’s also quite sensitive to the emotions of others and does his very best to understand them. He also gives the best hugs you could ever imagine. He is a bear, after all.

“You just like him because he looks like your dream boyfriend.“ Muse accuses. And he’s got a point. But just because that’s true doesn’t mean he can’t be a part of my sides. Besides, I too am kinda bearish, so we needed someone to represent that. “Fine...” Groans Muse with the gayest of eye rolls.

“What’s all the commotion? Are we doing the thing? Is this the thing? Aww Yess! We’re doing the thing, aren’t we? Am I the last one to go? Are you gonna put up that picture of me? Are you gonna crop it like you did to some of the others? Can I have mine uncropped? Can I also do my own intro? Am I asking too many questions?” Bombards the ever inquisitive side. Here, let’s just clean off your glasses aaaaand, there!

 “Heyo! My name’s Curiosity. It’s such a pleasure to meet you all! I’m the side that’s asking all the right questions, which is any question. Once I have a question in mind, nothing will stop me from getting the answer! That’s why I love learning! It answers all kindsa questions that I didn’t even know I was asking! I’m also kiiiinda a high-key nerdy geeky type-a guy. You can tell because I’m playing an old GBA system in that picture above. Oh hey, Confidence, it looks like you got caught in the sketch too!”

Confidence shies away behind Empathy, clearly not feeling too confident about the obvious lack of artistic skill/talen... Hey! Confidence... bud... Can I have the keyboard back? Thanks. Now look, I’m honestly grateful for all this hard work you’ve put in to get us this far in the post. I also know it’s getting to be a bit much for you. We’re both very worried about what everyone is gonna think about all this. I’ve never even tried writing in this awkward narrative style before. This is new for all of us.

“Sorry...“ He whimpers. Which is valid and totally okay. I’ll wrap this up and we’ll call it a night. Sound good? He’s nodding yes.

Well, this is it for my sides. I really do hope you guys come to love them as much as I have. We’re all growing in different ways and it’s so cool to see how it all comes together, especially so at times like this.

If any of you guys have questions for myself or any of my sides, please feel free to drop an ask. Your questions will help us come up with new ideas while also providing you with more content. So please, ask away!

As one final treat, here’s a family photo of my sides. We love you all!

Oh, I can’t believe I forgot the taglist. Love all you people! @virgilisaneternalmood  @ijustreallylovesanderssides @ravengrangergirl @rainbow-sides @purple-plaid-patchwork @eat-moar-veggis @genderqueer-painintherear

And I guess I’ll tag some people I admire because they are great and their blogs are wonderful.

  @ironwoman359 @altruistic-skittles @fangirltothefullest @fanartfunart

[asapncah]

hello  my  sweet  darling  angels  .  it  is  me  ,  lenny  ,  and  i  am  quite  truiy  holding  back  tears  as  i  write  this  because  i  don’t  think  i’ve  ever  missed  anything  as  much  as  i  have  missed  moreau  ...  anyways  !  enough  rambling  lenny  ,  get  to  the  true  queen  here  :  noah  .  below  the  cut  is  my  Novel™️  about  my  dear  noella  de  luca  ,  otherwise  known  as  my  favourite  muse  ever  .  if  you  like  what  you  see  down  below  ,  just  LIKE  this  post  or  hmu  and  we  can  create  magic  !

˗ˏˋ ✧ ariana grande • twenty-three • cisfemale . look ! it's noella de luca from apartment 4B ! apparently , she moved into moreau apartments 1 year ago and is a waitress . rumor has it, they can be quite possessive — good thing they’re also adventurous , hey ? i hear they’re known as the hedonist of the building . 

↘︎ 𝕓𝕒𝕤𝕚𝕔𝕤 !

given name : noella sofie de luca

nicknames : noah, no

age : twenty3

birthdate : march 18, 1995

hometown : keremeos, british columbia

occupation : waitress & dog walker

↘︎ 𝕙𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕪 !

so i will be trying to sum up noah’s history in a few bullet points here , cause ya girl tends to ramble far too much , but if you’d like to dive a lil deeper , you can check out the bio that i wrote for her right here !

so her parents separated when noah was quite young but they remained close friends and business partners of the campground they purchased and renovated in their 20s

willa remained in their cozy home in keremeos to primarily raise noah and handle the financial end of things while antonio permanently moved onto the campground as a year-round mangager

noah visited her father practically ever other weekend, mastering the wilderness and reenacting snow white scenes 

there is honestly no big sob story here. she had a wonderful childhood filled with chasing butterflies, jumping in leaf piles, cuddling with her pets, and laughing with her parents

keremeos will always be her home, but by the time she was 20, noah yearned to escape the confines of her small town. her wanderlust was an itch that no amount of trips to the mountains could scratch, so she set her sights on something bigger: europe

with the help of her parents, noah saved up for the trip of a lifetime, which she embarked on shortly before her 21st birthday and didn’t return from for many months

though she ventured all across the european countryside, much of her trip was spent in italy as she reconnected with her roots and fell in love with the country, particularly florence and pisa

she paid her dues working in a small italian cafe in florence owned by an adorable old woman that reminded her of her own grandmother, and noah made italy her home for many weeks, only returning home due to missing her parents and a dwindling bank account

↘︎ 𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕖𝕟𝕥 !

vancouver became her home shortly after her 22nd birthday, a handful of months after she returned from europe. after experiencing the foreign continent’s beauty, keremeos felt small and stifling to her. the small town held no feeling of intrigue or adventure anymore so she made the big move to vancouver in the hopes of finding something more

the big city held a sort of vibrance for her, having visited a handful of times with her mother for big shopping trips and weekend getaways, and somehow the small town girl melted into the big city easily

she moved into moreau apartments upon finding a listing in the newspaper and honestly has never been happier

due to her absolute inability to sit still and be bored, noah works 3 jobs in vancouver : waitress, dog walker, and pole dance instructor

waitress : she serves in an adorable, cozy local restaurant down granville street close to the apartment building, mostly working morning or late night shifts

dog walker : to fuel her love for animals, noah’s gained a reputation in the neighbourhood as one of the most reliable dog walkers. you can often catch her with a small herd of hounds at any time of day, handling the tangling leashes like a pro

pole dance instructor : she found a studio shortly after her move to vancouver, wanting a physical and creative outlet for herself. she fell in love with pole dancing after going outside of her comfort zone and mastered the skill quickly, promptly bringing the owner to offer her a part time job instructing a beginner’s class on the weekends

↘︎ 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕣 !

aesthetics : freshly picked peaches. crisp mountain air. old denim ripped and stained from wild adventures. perfectly painted nails. thriving house plants. the scent of fresh coffee and sweet lotion. journals inked with stories and rhymes. rose gold jewelry. caramel waves blowing in the wind. hazy rooms and endless laughter.

notable traits : passionate, possessive, adventurous, charming, optimistic, honest, naive, self-indulgent, reckless

best described as a freshly blossomed rose, grown in the canadian wilderness and weathered by the elements, with blushing petals beautiful enough to draw you in and thorns sharp enough to protect herself.

willa and antonio raised their daughter to have a strong head on her shoulders. their independence, wild hearts, and honesty passed down to noah easily. she’s certainly her father’s daughter in terms of her curiosity, need for adventure, and determination, but her mother shines through noah’s feminist independence, brutal honesty, and passion for creativity.

in terms of how noah’s young experiences changed her constant state of wonderment as a child, she’s definitely grown tougher and carries herself with an obvious sense of responsibility to protect herself. she likes to believe the walls she’s built to protect herself while exploring a foreign country stand strong and tall, but she often falls prey to charming smiles, trusting words, and careful eyes — it’s something she’s constantly working on, always chastising herself whenever she falls too easily

at first sight, she’s a small girl with a big mouth. her personality purposefully magnified to hide the fact that she’s afraid of getting attached. her sailor’s mouth is a surprise to most, along with her openness with her sexuality and honesty when it comes to just about anything she has a strong opinion on ( feminism, equal rights, lgbtq+ issues, animal cruelty, etC )

but for better or for worse, noah generally prides herself for having hardly a care in the world. many of her days just go with the flow and she’s not worried about her future — the future is today, as she likes to say to convince her friends to join her on one of her many adventures

one of the greatest friends one could ask for because of her strong loyalty, charming smile, generosity, and taste for adventure ( it also helps that, thanks to her green thumb, this one grows the best weed in moreau ajklsh ) she distracts others from developing too much curiosity about her own story by being an incredibly good listener and shoulder to cry on

↘︎ 𝕤𝕦𝕞𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕪 !

this was a rollar coaster and a half. i know. i’m sorry. akjlshd please love me i rlly tried to not let it get out of hand

tl;dr : small town girl from the mountains, raised by two loving, separate parents, who found her freedom and passion for life in europe before moving to vancouver to keep that spark alive. works 3 jobs to keep herself busy and because she just can’t make her mind on what she wants to do ( waitress, dog walker, pole dancing instructor ) she will fight anyone who crosses her or her friends, much to the surprise of most, and genuinely tries to find the best in everyone. 

first things that come to mind when thinking of noah : peaches, house plants ( wink wink ) , fluffy dogs and purring cats, creamy iced coffee, leather bound journals, and a lust for adventure.

as for connections, i want them aLL but i listed a few right here for y’all to check out. if any of those catch your eye / you’re down to brainstorm, hmu through tumblr ims / discord or like this and i’ll come to you!!!

[gaylortruther]

(many) tag games

saw someone else do this so i figured i’d go through all my tag games in one looong post instead of spamming you all with a bunch of separate posts!

i’m gonna tag everyone now and yall can choose which tag games you want to do or whether you want to do them all (or whether you want to do any)!!

thanks to everyone who tagged me in all of these! i LOVE being tagged in tag games and i am always up for more! <3

tagging THE SANCTION (including ppl that i haven’t gotten up on the page yet im sorry abfjffsdhsjbjsdf it will happen SOON):  @newdivinities @wolvesofarcadia @maskedlady @victoiirres @sancta-silje @bumblebeesonpaper @wasting-ink-not-youth @horrorspell @ya-lady-tauriel @awritinglen @purpleshadows1989 @ivonoris @theforgottencoolkid @the-ichor-of-ruination @grotesqu-e @lucacangettathisass @tea-ndi @hazeywrites @lunar895 @thewordsinthesky-andstars

[LAST LINE TAG]

TAGGED BY  @melwrotethat AND @hazeywrites

thank you both for the tags! these are the last few lines of the prologue-excerpt-thing i wrote for the page i’m working on for WHERE THE CELLAR MEETS THE SKY

Somehow, Collin hears them. Silently, she rolls up her sleeve, and Rowan feels the Collin Sutherland they knew is somewhere far, far away. The tattoos are black, geometric in design, two on each arm, and eerily similar to the ones Rowan has just discovered on their own left arm. They're sure if they were to roll up their right sleeve, they would find more.

"I should have told you a long time ago," Collin whispers. "I didn't know you were a part of it, but I should have guessed. I didn't want to put you in danger."

"I'm not- I don't- in danger of what?"

The waves crash onto the shore, and in the distance, a seagull cries, sending Collin into action. She grabs Rowan's hand and starts pulling, dragging them back behind the house.

"Come on. We don't have a lot of time, we have to get going. I can tell you everything on the way. I don't know why he brought me here instead of straight to the veil, damn it-,"

"Wait!," they say, wrenching their hand out of her grasp. "Just- stop! Where are we going?!"

Collin's eyes flash bright, despite the lack of sunlight. "Home."

yeah, a bit long, a bit unedited, but *shrugs*

[SPELL OUT UR URL USING SONG TITLES]

TAGGED BY @tea-ndi

thank you sage!!! <3

hard feelings/loveless | lorde

another one of those days | cavetown

let’s fall in love for the night | FINNEAS

ocean eyes | billie eilish

honey and milk | flower face

i know | king princess ft fiona apple

dreamz | sara king

iloveyou | BETWEEN FRIENDS

nobody’s home | gnash

greek god | conan gray

sycamore girl | rex orange county 

and there you have a small sample of my music taste! add in literally every taylor swift song (dont judge me), some lo-fi tunes without ANY words whatsoever, and the occasional fall out boy or panic at the disco goddamn absolute banger, and you have my XANDERS JAMS playlist on spotify. ENJOY

[11/11/11 TAG]

TAGGED BY @awritinglen <333333333333333333333333

thank you for tagging me len!!! your questions were so fun!! i’m doing this for WHERE THE CELLAR MEETS THE SKY

Name all OCs in your WIP

OMFG okay,,, wait do you mean full names?? POV characters as of rn are Collin Aisling Sutherland, Rowan Tilley (doesn’t have a middle name) and Avery Bristol Charter. then the next most important one is Isaac Michael Rosewell, even though he’s the antagonist. then the side characters that are still very featured are Noah Rosalyn Pratten, Reese Iseul Radley, and Sage Emarosa Delgado. THEN we get into the very very side characters, Willa Robinson and her son August Robinson. then we have Avery’s parents, Alaric and the late Octavia Charter. and thennnnn we have Beldane Moreno, Avery’s uncle and Collin’s grandfather (undecided abt that last name but going w it for now). i promise it all makes sense. i promise anfnfsjnfdjsfd

Name at least one hobby your Main character love

i’ll give this one to Collin, she is a musician! Avery’s mother always taught her music before The Accident (dun dun dunnn) and after Collin was abandoned in the Nigh she threw herself into music. she plays guitar mostly, but she secretly loves piano the best out of every instrument she knows

3 sentences about your current WIP

OOF. im so bad at summaries why would you do this to meee abfhshjbsbshfjsbf. “A determined believer wants to return to a home that never wanted her. Almost 4000 miles away, an incisive, intellectual outcast of a dreamer muses over getting out of their hometown. And infinities away from them both, a teenage revolutionary disappears into thin air, on his way to bring back his past and fix his (and everyone’s) future.”

Is there a romance in your WIP and did you plan it from the beginning?

yes! there are three! they are definitely a main focus of the plot, but not THE main focus. Reese and Rowan were definitely planned from the beginning. Collin and Noah were, too, but they weren’t originally enemies to lovers, and they are now (hehehehehe). and Isaac and Avery were DEFINITELY not planned from the beginning. in fact, Avery was originally paired up with Sage, but it’s literally so much better this way and i’m so glad it’s been changed. Isaac and Avery has been planned since about when Isaac’s character was thought up, one year into planning WTCMTS.

What genre(s) is it?

a mix of dystopia and urban fantasy. and it’s YA, borderline NA because some of the characters are 19-20, but i still think YA is appropriate because of the style of writing.

What’s the aesthetic of two of your characters?

fun question! Collin’s aesthetic is very emo-punk, with a splash of yellow towards the end of the series. piercings, blue hair, rips on clothing, dirty converse, smudged eyeliner, safety pins. the yellow comes in as part of her character arc, as she learns to accept that her childhood memories are tainted and not actually perfect utopia. Rowan is way more minimalist (sometimes). they’re into the bookstagram type aesthetic, and mom jeans with sneakers, jean jackets, plants against a white wall, colorblocked windbreakers, rain against a car window.

When did you start your current WIP?

WTCMTS was started in august of 2017 

How far along are you in the process (i.e 1st/2nd/3rd draft, worldbuilding)

still worldbuilding, unfortunately, for personal reasons

Who’s the hardest character for you to write?

OOOOOOF. sage or rowan?

What music genre best decribes your main character(s) and whats their favorite?

Collin - alternative (favorite band would be like twenty one pilots, p!atd) 

Rowan - ichillwave (clario, rex orange county)

Avery - emo (fall out boy, all time low)

Isaac - indie alternative OR instrumental lofi (jaymes young, birdy)

Noah - electropop (lorde, halsey, charlie xcx)

Reese - folk rock (the head and the heart, of monsters and men)

Sage - indie pop (lana del ray, florence + the machine)

Are you working on more than one WIP?

yes! i have four currently but only two are important lol, ILLUNIUS and WHERE THE CELLAR MEETS THE SKY (this one). WIP PAGE

MY QUESTIONS

how did you come up with the title for your WIP?

is there anything you want to change about your WIP but you are hesitating on?

do you have a favorite character? a character that is your baby?

write a tinder bio for one of your characters.

how do you feel about epilogues? does your wip include an epilogue?

what changes does your MC go through over the course of the story?

what is the most significant insignificant thing that happens in your story? don’t explain why it is significant if it spoils things ;)

do you know what will happen after the ending of your wip, or would you rather not picture it?

how long does your wip span? is it a novel? a series? does it have prequels or spin-off wips?

what is a major internal conflict for your MC? 

do you include flashbacks in your wip? do you like writing flashbacks?

[HOW TO KNOW YOU’RE IN A ______ NOVEL TAG]

TAGGED BY @writevevo​ AND @wolvesofarcadia​

thank you both for this tag! it’s so much fun and both of your novels sound like novels that would be very interesting to be stuck in :D

inspired by this post

HOW TO KNOW YOU’RE IN A HALOHIDINGS NOVEL

you’re an older sibling and you have a younger sibling. you’re extremely bitter towards your younger sibling for stealing opportunities from you, damning you to a life you never truly wanted. your younger sibling adores you and just wants to please you. they never meant to do it. 

you’re stuck in constant, wistful wanderlust, never feeling like you truly belong, never fitting in anywhere, not with friends, not with family, and when you finally find the place you’ve been looking for, you realize it’s nothing like you dreamed or remembered.

you’re not heterosexual. no one around you is. no one is cisgender either. where are they? no one knows. 

you have a peculiar capability dancing under your skin. it trickles from your pores and muddles with your mind. maybe you asked for it, maybe it was predestined, maybe you never wanted anything to do with it. whatever the reason, it’s there, and you don’t know what’s you and what’s it. maybe you’re not meant to ask. maybe you’re meant to succumb. 

your memories are as fickle as the rain, coming and going and breaking through the clouds, shattering the fog and disappearing with the sun. you can’t recall what you’re doing here, or where you’re meant to be instead. what’s your name?, they ask. you don’t know.

there are two worlds. one world is blissfully unaware of this, or at least, as unaware as any world of millions and millions of people can be. no secret can be kept forever, they tell you. you are desperately trying to keep the secret.

the one closest to you, despite your abhorrent denial of this fact, the one you would trust with your life, will betray you. because of their decision, their selfishness, you will either lose them, or lose yourself.

THOSE WERE SO FUN OMG. they all mostly apply to both of my major wips, which is probably bad. oh well LMAO

SORRY THAT WAS SOOOOOOOO LONG hope at least someone does one of these tag games lol <3 

xander out

[owen-jackson]

After Kink Night || Noah & Jackson

Date: April 21, 2019 

Location: The Clover, then Noah’s house 

Summary: As the last people leave the Clover after Kink Night, Noah and Jackson get up to some R rated activities, followed up Noah bringing Jackson to his house to crash for the night, where things most definitely don’t get adorable or cute at all. Nope. With these two? Never. 

@noahwrightx

[continued at the end of and after Kink Night chatzy]

Noah: Noah raised his eyebrows at Katell, because he'd never imagined the fae court to be particularly proper, but he did not question her, only nodded his understanding as she stepped away to get a drink. "Surely not all the good bits," he teased Jackson with a grin, wrapping one arm around his waist and sliding his fingers idly underneath his shirt. His teasing aside, Jackson being in his lap did cover up the only thing that Katell had not already seen, which he supposed was a kindness. Absently stroking his fingers over Jackson's skin, he asked, "Did either of you try out any of the stations tonight? Or did you just watch the demos?"

Katell: "I um, I tried the blindfolds again, briefly. And umm... feathers." The blindfold had helped her relax. The feather was something that spiked a curiosity she might chase on her own time.

Jackson: Jackson tosses back the last of his drink, clumsily reaching over, fingers gripping into Noah's shoulder for a moment while he slides it onto a nearby table, both hands free now. He makes himself comfortable in the other's lap, letting out a soft content hum at the feeling other the other's fingers playing against his skin. "Hmmm, no, I guess not all the good bits." He says, a thumb running over Noah's jaw, silently wondering what he wouldn't qualify as a good part of Noah. "Got so caught up watching you get lit on fire, didn't get a chance to see much else." He says with a mild smirk, his entire time at the club had really consisted of him watching the reaper.

Noah: Jackson's thumb on his jaw made him smile, and he turned his head, caught it playfully with his teeth, let it tug at his bottom lip when he released it. "Mm, well, you've got your priorities straight," he teased, though it was clear by the way his fingers briefly dug greedily into Jackson's hip that he was terribly pleased to have bogarted the human's attention all night. Noah liked attention; sue him for it. The smile he offered Katell was soft, kind, rather than the flirty thing he'd been giving Jackson a second before. "Yeah? Brave of you," he said, because she'd been nervous the night before. "I hope you enjoyed yourself. Maybe learned something. The Clover's a safe place," he assured her, his faith in Magnus and Jude leaking through in the words.

Katell: She nodded, "Thank you." Though inside she was torn. Part of her agreed, this did seem like a safe place and the nights had been informative and even a little tempting. But so much of Katell relied on her image, and the gossip that an evening here would spurn would be... detrimental to her already crumbling reputation in the court.

Jackson: Jackson's face breaks out into a laugh when his thumb is caught between the other's teeth playfully, falling to rest his hand on the other's chest once released. "I dunno, missed out on lots of other action for one big dumb reaper." He says, drumming his fingers lightly against the other's chest as he teases him. The high and the alcohol kept him on a one track mind, and right now, sitting on a very naked man, that he would like to do really unspeakable things to, he had trouble focusing on much else. "Mhm, yeah this place is great." He muses to the two of them. "Dunno why I don't come here more often to see you dance. Figure you could give me a private viewing sometime if I do?"

Noah: He snorted at 'big dumb reaper', the hand that had crept beneath Jackson's shirt sneaky up to tweak his nipple in retribution even as he was nodding at Katell's thanks. "It's new for you, I reckon," he said. "But desire ain't nothin' shameful." Although that was probably easier for him to say than for her to believe. Tipping his head to the side, he considered Jackson's question with a smirk, said, "What, are you gonna pay for a private dance? I don't work for free." Which was a lie, really, because he was perfectly happy to work on his break for someone he liked.

Katell: She bowed her head, playing with the rim of her glass. "You'd be surprised," she murmured to herself. Desire could be shameful. Worse, it could lead to shameful actions, the kind that get you banished from your court and sent to live a normal life on your own means.

Noah: "Probably not," Noah said with a quirk of his lips. "I'm literally a hooker, darlin'. Seen plenty of shame over sex. I'm just sayin' it don't need to be that way."

Jackson: Jackson nudges Noah with a smirk when the other pinches at his nipple, though theres a little breath that escapes him, his focus zeroing in on what he wants, forgetting for a moment they were in a club. "Don't got any money." He says with a smile. "Suppose we could figure out some other kind of payment?" He says, cocking his head to the side. He glances back over to the woman. "Came to the right place at least, to learn, the Clover, I mean." He murmurs.

Katell: She was surprised by Noah's admission and felt a little silly for her shame. Her concern was image, there were worse concerns out there that caused shame. Perhaps she'd have to work on that rather than just avoiding and running from it. "I guess you're right," she commented to the man's words. The clover had proven to be an accepting and kind place so far.

Noah: "Already told you how to convince me to do things for you, didn't I?" he said, his voice lowered, all but a whisper in Jackson's ear. "Beg," he breathed, pinching at his nipple once more. A pause, and then he chuckled, told Katell, "God, don't tell him he's right. I mean, he is this time, but still. I know the island ain't ideal all over, but Magnus and Jude, they're good people."

Katell: She chuckled at Noah's teasing of the boy and felt just a little more at ease for it.

Jackson: Jackson tongue swipes out over his bottom lip, his focus narrowing in on the older man, and his level of being able to hold back just how he's being affected by the reapers movements and words low with the amount of substances in his system. "I don't beg." He taunts back, though his voice isn't all that convincing, a short inhale with the second pinch, fingers curling slightly against the other's chest. "Hey, of course I'm right." He says, his voice a little more husky and less focused on anything but Noah. Inhibitions lost, he dips in placing a few kisses and nips along the other's jaw and neck, unable to help himself in his current state.

Noah: Katell seemed to relax slightly, and Noah was glad, offered her a warm smile, though he was, admittedly, a little bit distracted by Jackson. "Hm. We'll see," he said, Jackson's insistence only increasing Noah's determination. "You are right so rarely, sugar," he teased, not missing the shift in Jackson's voice. "Honestly, he's usually wrong, it's embarrassing," he said, ostensibly to Katell, though it was perhaps a little hard to tell since his eyes fell closed when Jackson began kissing his jaw, the excitement of an evening as two talented dominants subject catching up with him.

Katell: She laughed again at Noah's teasing but then Katell's eyes locked onto the kisses to Noah's neck and jaw. She swallowed hard as her heart rate sped just a bit. Desire, it played just a little within her at the sight. This was the time she usually got up to run. She managed to take a sip of her drink to delay the inevitable a little bit at least.

Jackson: "We'll see." Jackson mirrors, words murmured against the other's skin as his lips worked his way over to the man's neck, lavishing it for a moment with not so soft bites, before he stops, pulls back and looks at Noah with narrow eyes. "You're an asshole, you know that?" He says, clever quips lost for a moment, staring at Noah for a fraction of a second before his lips come crashing against the other, the moment held off most of the evening that now when Jackson kissed him, it was feverous, and needy, almost as if he were trying to devour him whole.

Noah: Noah murmured, "Fuck," quietly at the feeling of Jackson's teeth on soft skin, forgot that he'd been intending to demand begging for a moment, too busy tilting his head to give him better access. The hand that wasn't beneath Jackson's shirt slid up his thigh, nails biting almost possessively through the layer of fabric that separated them. He had not forgotten that Katell was there, but he had stopped worrying about embarrassing her, too tempted by Jackson's proximity. His eyes opened when Jackson pulled back, and he had just enough time to grin and say, "Yep," before the human silenced him with a kiss. He met Jackson's fervor with his own, fingers curling in the fabric of his shirt as Noah licked the lingering taste of alcohol from his mouth. Abruptly, though, he pulled away, that same grip on Jackson's shirt used to hold him back. "Seems like you want somethin', sugar," he said, his own voice gone low with desire. "I told you how you get it."

Katell: She watched with rapt attention, her mouth opening slightly as she watched the two kiss with such fever. Her breathing picked up and she had to squeeze her thighs together for the excitement that built between them. It took far too long for Katell to remember herself. She pounded back her drink and stood up suddenly. "I umm... I should go," she sputtered and turned and walked with such speed and graceless inattentiveness that she knocked over the chair she'd vacated. For a moment she nearly stopped to fix it but the need to run was too great and so she abandoned the chair and headed out without another word. The whole time she understood she was running from desire yet again and the guilt of that weighed on her as much as her awkwardness did.

Jackson: The little word that fell from Noah's lips had Jackson smirking, almost smugly, his hands running down the other's chest, nails lightly grazing the skin, not too rough, just yet anyways. Jackson barely realizes the groan that catches in his own throat when the other's hand moves up his leg, jeans straining far too much at this point, silently cursing at the layers between them. He smirks after he's pulled back, staring at the other. "Well, at least you can admit it he says before his lips nip at Noah's his tongue sliding between the other's lips as his hands go up around the back of Noah's neck in an attempt to pull him closer, like he needed more, and he needed it now. There was no holding back the groan when Noah pulled away, the other's fist in his shirt preventing him from getting any closer even as he pushed against it. The way Noah's voice grew low and husky was enough to drive Jackson wild, and for someone who could dish out the teasing, he didn't take it very well. "I told you," He says, using whatever balance he had to move and shift himself over to straddle the other's lap, still straining against his hold. "I don't beg." He says with a taunting smile, only daring Noah to tease him more to get to that point.

Noah: He barely registered Katell's exit--he'd feel about that later, maybe, but certainly not now, with Jackson making very pretty noises in his lap. His hips lifted to press up against Jackson when he shifted to straddle Noah's lap, the movement almost involuntary. A little groan escaped him at the drag of denim over sensitive bare skin, but--no, he had a goal, so he forced his hips still, shook his head. The hand not holding Jackson's shirt slid down to palm him through his jeans, fingertips trailing gently over the fabric. "No?" he said, and ducked in to drag his teeth very gently over the line of his jaw, to tease at sucking a bruise into his neck only to pull away without doing it. "That's a shame, pretty. Cause I'm not fucking you until you do. Just gonna do this." His fingers trailed lightly over the zipper of Jackson's jeans once more. "Don't matter to me. I like this. You look good like this."

Jackson: Jackson had long forgotten that there was anyone else in the club, despite the noise, or the clatter of the chair as the woman they'd been speaking to left. No, all he could focus on was the way the other's hips seemed to push up against his only for a moment before Noah steadied himself. There was still just too many damn layers between them and it was frustrating Jackson, but with Noah's hand fisted in his shirt, there wasn't much he could do to rid himself of it. Jackson's eyes droop slightly when the hand shifts downwards, starting to palm against the all too obvious bulge in his jeans, breath coming out far more sporadic. But no, he wasn't going to give in, right? But then the other drags his teeth over his jaw, nipping at his neck, not quite hard enough to leave beautiful marks behind for Jackson to remember him by, and fuck he wanted Noah. The fingers over his zipper, and the words breathed towards him, make his head swim, his length throbbing with need in his jeans. Fuck, he was going to regret this later when Noah bugged him about it, but right now, wanting the other so badly, it was worth it. "Fuck Noah," He breathes, hips rolling forward slightly staring at Noah wish lust and need. "I really fucking need you right now... please." He says, words coming out strained and breathy as he struggles against the other's hold.

Noah: The word 'please' went straight to Noah's cock, and hell, he couldn't help it, his hips rolled up again of their own accord, seeking friction. He was right, was the thing--Jackson did sound pretty when he was begging. And yeah, okay, maybe it was also that there was something a little heady about getting Jackson to admit to needing him, all breathy and wanting and fighting for contact. Noah had done that, and Noah was vain. He grinned, rewarded Jackson by popping the button on his jeans, pressing his hand a little more firmly against the bulge beneath them. "That's a good boy, sugar, that's real sweet of you," he whispered, practically purring the praise, his own voice gone rough with desire, but there was still a hint of mischief there, too. "But one please ain't really begging, is it, pretty? No, that's just asking nicely. C'mon, honey, gimme one more," he insisted, shifting to press kisses against the other side of Jackson's jaw. "Wasn't so hard, was it? One more and I'll give you whatever you want, baby."

Jackson: This mood that Jackson was in, it didn’t come around often. Noah was getting off easy, really, with how quickly he was able to reduce Jackson to a needy mess, already begging for him. Sure, in the back of his mind he was chastising himself for giving in so quick, because that wasn’t him, but fuck, Noah looked, tasted and felt so good, and he’d been admiring the man all night, that was practically foreplay in itself. Hips shift to try to get closer to Noah, to push his aching need against the reapers hand as his own own greedy hands roam over the other’s chest. Normally he would have bit back at the praise, or said something sarcastic, but the pop of the button of his jeans stops him. His chin tilts slightly to give Noah better access, letting out a small groan when the reaper asks for more. Of course one please wouldn’t do, even if that was a feat to get out of someone like Jackson. Of course Noah would push his luck, but that was just another thing he liked about the older man. “Real demanding aren’t you?” He muses, voice hitching slightly with need, swallowing it back. His chest rises and falls and all he wants is to be rid of his clothes and press himself in close to the other. He lets out a small noise, fingers digging into the other’s skin slightly, leaning himself in a little more. “Fine...” he says with a small smirk because holding back did no one any good at this point and he was in no place to tease. ”Please Noah,” he breathes, voice low and growly, bleeding with a rare neediness, hips rolling anxiously against him. “I want you so fucking bad. Please.” The last word coming out far too much like a whine than he would have liked, but he pushes that to the back of his mind as he tries to pull himself closer. 

Noah: He just grinned, shrugged a shoulder at being called demanding, utterly unrepentant. He was being demanding, but the needy fingers biting at his skin did not seem particularly unhappy about it. And anyway, he had no intention of holding out much longer. He'd said he could, sure, do this all night, but the truth was that Noah wanted it right back. He'd been as professional as he could for the demonstrations, sure, but being on display all night had not left him feeling particularly patient. He was prepared to give in when Jackson gave in and said please again, his hand already releasing its grip on his shirt, but then the word came again, a needy little whine, and Noah let out a sound that was very nearly a growl. "God, you're good," he said, and his fingers curled in Jackson's shirt again, yanked him in this time. "I want your fucking clothes off, pretty," he whispered, but rather than doing anything about it he crushed his lips against Jackson's once more.

Jackson: Jackson's heart was hammering against his chest so hard from the adrenaline that he could practically hear it, and the way that Noah gripped onto him, pressing against him in a way that pulls another involuntary groan from his lips, and he knew this was only just the first of many. He was so impatient himself, so distracted by the reaper and his lips against his jaw that he didn't even notice the other's impatience. The noise that Noah makes sends a shiver down the younger man's spine, hips rolling instinctively as if he could gain more friction with a groan of his own. His hands shift away from Noah, allowing the shirt to be stripped off, grunting in agreement, because he wanted to be just as bare as the other. His lips are captured again and he kisses back, sloppily, but with a raw need. His bites at the other's lips as his hands shift to his jeans because he needed them off, now. His movements are all too human, graceless and clumsy as he shifts off the other's lap while trying to keep kissing him. His body sways, forced to pull back as he tugs his jeans down, kicking them off, attempting to keep from falling as he does so. Thumbs slip into the hem of his boxers, tugging them off quickly, releasing his length, hard and practically throbbing. He clamors back onto Noah, letting out a sigh of relief at the skin against skin, hands wrapping around the back of Noah's neck to tug him close again into a kiss. "Better?" He mumbles against the other as he captures Noah's lower lip between his teeth.

Noah: Noah's brow furrowed when Jackson pulled away, clearly not pleased to have lost the lapful of needy human even for a moment. His hands followed him, sliding over freshly bared skin, first just to maintain contact and then to steady him as he stumbled out of his jeans, his lips curling with amusement. Noah had spent enough time with Jackson now to become familiar with the glow of his particular soul, and just now he was all lit up with excitement--it was pretty, and Noah was briefly struck with the desire to draw him.

That desire was easily pushed aside when Jackson clambered back into his lap, naked and warm and gorgeous, the press of skin against skin drawing a groan from Noah's lips. "Much," he returned, and then breathed out a soft sound when his lip was caught between teeth, nails dragging over Jackson's back. For a moment he was thoroughly distracted by kissing Jackson--Noah had always had an oral fixation the size of Texas--and then he remembered that Jackson was naked now, and he could get his hands on him properly, and he shifted to fit his hand between them, wrapped long fingers around his cock. "Pretty darlin'," he crooned, mouth running as it was wont to do. "You're real sweet, ain't you, what'd'you want, huh?"

Jackson: The touch against him help, and honestly, he probably would have fallen over in a graceless heap if Noah's large hands didn't keep him steady. The task of undressing almost seemed tedious, taking way too long, far too eager to be close and pressed against the other's warm skin. The nails against his back make Jackson groan, louder now, always a sucker for pleasure mixed with pain, his hips grinding against Noah a little more out of excitement. Jackson's breath catches, teeth nipping at Noah, not seeming to be able to get enough of him or his lips as he feels the fingers wrap around his length and he pushes up against the other instinctively. While he wasn't going to admit to it, he really fucking enjoyed being called pretty, especailly with the way it rolled off of Noah's lips. "Am I?" He hums with a smirk against the other's lips, finally trailing kisses back along his jaw, because the question has his mind spilling. There were a million things he wanted to do with Noah, and he was impatient, so of course he wanted to do everything all at once. Lips make their way down Noah's jaw, finding his neck, sucking and nipping, distracted for a moment while he tries to make a decision. "Well..." He hums against Noah's neck closer to his collar bone,  letting his teeth sink down a little harshly, hoping to leave a pretty little bruise. "...I did have to watch you prance around naked all night." He says, another bite, another bruise. "And fuck after all that watching, do I ever wanna be reminded what you taste like." Jackson says, hands running down Noah's chest, shifting himself back slightly so that he can look at Noah, take him in for a moment, a teasing smirk playing on his own lips. "How's that sound?"

Noah: Every little nip of Jackson's teeth drew a fresh sound from Noah--soft, needy things that he made no effort to hold back, unabashed about just how much he liked it. He'd been teasing before, but now he was squirming beneath the smaller man, one hand stroking him in a stuttering rhythm, the other clutching at his hip as he tipped his head to the side to let Jackson get at his neck. He said, "Yeah?" when Jackson spoke against his neck, and then, breathlessly, " ah, fuck, yes, " when he was bitten, his fingers curling, nails biting into Jackson's hip. He laughed breathlessly at Jackson's words, offered up, "Sure it was a real hardship, yeah," before moaning his encouragement, the image of his own neck marked with the evidence of Jackson's lips dancing behind his eyelids--he'd closed his eyes, at some point, but he opened them again when Jackson pulled back, gaze catching on Jackson's lips.

He wanted very badly to kiss that ridiculous, pretty little smirk right off of them, so he did, the hand on Jackson's hip lifting to the back of his head to pull him in, briefly mourning the fact that the hair there was still too short to pull. He bit roughly at Jackson's lips, doing his level best to leave them red and swollen from his mouth before he finally answered. "Yeah, baby, think you earned that, didn't you? Like I'm gonna fuckin' say no to that pretty mouth of yours, sugar."

Jackson: Something that Jackson could appreciate about Noah was how quickly he let himself release those soft noises, the ones that made Jackson shift a little closer, wanting desperately to pull more of those from his lips. Jackson's own moans start building in his chest with the way the other's hand strokes him and, oh, it was going to be hard to move away from that, but he knew just how much better those noises of Noah's got when Jackson was on his knees for him. He smirks against Noah's neck, making sure to leave a few more marks, the bites not delicate in anyway, but he knew the reaper could take that and so much more. "Harder than you'd realize." He teases, palms pressed against the other's bare chest.

He watches Noah watch him, and is all too happy to let himself get swept up in another kiss, groaning against the way the other practically devours him, relishing each nip, his own tongue fighting back for dominance between them. When Noah's hand goes to the back of his head, he's sure they both have the same thought, Jackson cursing Uriel for his petty fucking power trip that had left him without his beautiful, pull-able hair. For a moment he wonders if Noah is going to let him down there with the way he was kissing him so possessively, but finally the reaper pulls back, and Jackson breathes heavily when they finally part. His tongue licks over his lips, shifting himself back, almost reluctantly to be parting for the moment, sliding down to his knees, ignoring his own need for the moment. He looks up with a playful glint in his eyes as his hands run over Noah's thighs teasingly, settling himself between the other's legs. He tilts his head, leaning in for a moment with a smirk as he lets his lips part and his breath dance over the tip of Noah's cock, eyes never looking away from the other's face so as to not miss his reactions. Finally, after a painstaking moment, one of  his hands slides over, fingers curling around Noah's rather... impressive length, tongue flicking out to run up along the underside and over the tip in a long, slow motion.

Noah: Jackson's hands on his chest sent a little shiver down Noah's spine, the skin there left just a little bit tender and sore from the demonstrations. The ache of it was a pleasant reminder--he'd been on display, and Jackson had been watching, and the watching had brought them here.

Had he known that Jackson was wondering whether Noah was going to allow him to move, he'd have laughed at just how right he was--it was tempting to keep him right where he was, where Noah's wandering hands had easy access and Jackson's stupid smirky mouth was close enough to kiss each of the man's sweet little noises right out of. It was only the knowledge of what else that mouth could be doing that made him release his grip, though his hands kept contact as long as they possibly could, fingertips dragging over all the skin he could reach as Jackson pulled away. His legs spread easily to make room for Jackson between them, dark eyes glued on the other man's face, and--"You and that fucking smirk, I swear to God," he said with a breathless laugh, though what, exactly, he was swearing was unclear. One hand reached out, thumb nudging at the corner of that smirk before settling on the arm of the chair, letting Jackson tease though his hips wanted very badly to lift up, find more contact than the ghost of warm breath. The groan he let out when Jackson finally touched him was loud, a little bit rough, his head falling back for a moment in relief--but only the briefest moment before he was lifting it back up again to watch, eyes tracking the painfully slow progress of Jackson's tongue. "There you go, pretty baby, god, you gonna be nice to me, sugar? You ain't the only one who's been waiting. Knew you were watching me up there; fuck, Jackson..."

Jackson: Jackson, for someone who liked to dominate, or at least, fight for control, found himself on his knees all too willingly far too often. But he knew that there was power in this position, and he was reminded of that when Noah's looks down at him, his smirk only broadening when the reaper curses it. "Yeah, what about it?" He says teasingly, oh so tempted to bite the thumb that runs at the corner of his mouth, but he holds back this once, because there's somewhere else that is demanding his attention. He relishes the way that Noah's head falls back, the groan from the older man like music to his ears. He really enjoyed just how much the other ran his mouth once they got going, throwing more and more pet names in his direction, and Jackson had to admit he enjoyed it. "I dunno, should I be nice to you?" He teases, his tongue running up the side of the other's cock this time, each swipe teasing, not offering much for friction. "Yeah well, you looked really damn good up there, it was hard not to watch." He shoots back, never breaking eye contact, a fiery spark in his eyes. Finally he dips closer, wrapping his lips around the tip, his tongue swirling once, twice, and then he ever so slowly, slides him down down, taking Noah into his mouth, inch by inch.

Noah: "Mmph," was the very intelligent reply to Jackson's teasing question, Noah's bottom lip caught between his teeth in an effort to hold in some of the rambling and pet names that wanted to spill out. If Noah tended to run his mouth normally, well, that only increased with arousal, eager thoughts slipping from brain to lips with very little filter unless whoever he was with took it upon themselves to busy his mouth with something else.

His lips stretched into a grin when Jackson said he'd looked good, shoulders rolling as if to put his body on display once more as his eyes lifted from Jackson's lips to meet his eyes. "I like you watching me, babydoll. Should do it more often. Come--come watch me dance like you said--oh, yeah, yes, sugar, pretty sweetheart, yeah, yeah," he said, words descending into nonsense when Jackson finally, mercifully, took him into his mouth. He bit his lip again to shut up himself up, hips lifting of their own accord, a single shallow thrust into Jackson's mouth before he caught himself and stilled them, blunt nails digging into the arms of his chair. "Pretty baby, your mouth, god damn, you're sweet."

Jackson: Jackson was enjoying himself a little too much as he watched Noah break down into incoherent rambling and groaning. It was endearing, really, to watch the man who always had something to say, lose his words until all that he was spewing was those adorable little pet names, that Jackson would never admit to how much he enjoyed. He watched Noah preen, the other man so much like himself in that sense. “And I like watching you.” He hums back, seeing just how far the compliments with the reaper, and well, they weren’t untrue. “Hmmm yeah, I think I’m gonna have to make that happen.” He agrees, only able to imagine how good Noah would look dancing up on stage, and Jackson had proved just how much he enjoyed watching. “I’d still expect that private show, I’m sure we can figure out some sort of payment.” He says just before his mouth begins being a little preoccupied with other things, preventing himself from saying too much more. The thrust is gentle enough that it doesn’t really catch him off guard, though he really wouldn’t have minded if it did.

He moves himself down till he feels Noah hit the back of his mouth before he slowly pulls back, swirling his tongue around the tip again before he pulls off with a small pop, that smirk falling on his lips again as he looks at Noah. “Is that so?” He says with dancing eyes at the other’s rambles, enjoying it just a little too much, because well, who didn’t enjoy knowing they were doing a good job. “You doing okay up there?” He says, but before he can give Noah a chance to answer, his lips are around his cock again, taking him in deeper this time, quickly, letting Noah hit the back of his throat in a way that was sure to pull a bit of a response that he knew he’d be smirking at if he was able to.

Noah: The half-stifled noise that Noah let out when Jackson pulled back to smirk at him again could accurately be called a whine--Noah wouldn't even deny it, truthfully, shameless as he was. For all that he'd made Jackson beg earlier, he'd have been happy to do some begging of his own, worked up as the demonstrations had left him. Jackson would find, if he kept true to his word and came looking for that dance, that being on stage left Noah worked up more often than not.

He huffed out a laugh at the question, eyes locked on that stupid smirking mouth--he liked that ridiculous smirk almost as much as he wanted to fuck Jackson hard enough to wipe it right off his face. He might have said so, only just as he was opening his mouth to speak, Jackson took his cock back into his mouth, fast and deep, and whatever he'd been about to say was swallowed up by a ragged moan of, "Jesus fuck, Jackson!" Unable to keep his hands to himself anymore, he reached out, big hands fluttering from Jackson's shoulders to his head, stroking short hair, thumbing at the corner of his lips where they were stretched around his length. "Baby, god, sweetheart, you got any idea how you look? Know you know how good you feel, that smirk of yours, pretty baby, you look god damn sinful like this," he crooned, pressing his knees against Jackson's sides just to get more contact and rolling his hips in tiny, aborted little movements.

Jackson: Oh how beautiful that little whine was as it was pulled out the larger man, and it made Jackson want to pull more of them from him. He liked to tease, and liked to work up his lovers to the point where they were a mess, and it was fun to watch Noah be reduced to that. Teasing Noah was interesting, because he could never quite predict how the other would react to his teasing and taunting. He watches the other’s lips fall open, the moan and the words making Jackson just all that more eager to take Noah in completely, both hands moving up over Noah’s thighs and up over his hips. Again, he had a moment to miss his hair, wishing desperately that Noah had something to tug and tangle his fingers in, but instead his eyes gaze up at the others thumb at the corner of his lip. Fingers grip against Noah’s hips, almost encouraging them to continue rolling forward as the others knees tighten against him in the most delightful way. If he could have, he would have been making cheeky comments back, but of course his lips were a little busy as he pulled back just enough to allow himself half a breath. Only taking a moment to breath, he sinks back down again, taking Noah in to the hilt, maybe showing off just a bit, trying to see just how much he could drive the other wild.  

Noah: Noah might not have been able to curl his fingers in Jackson's hair, but that didn't stop Noah from pressing his palm against the back of his head, firm enough to be a reminder of his strength, not that he actually made any effort to hold Jackson down. He breathed out a little laugh when Jackson's hands made their way up to his hips, his free hand sliding along his shoulder to tangle with Jackson's fingers. "You tryin' to tell me somethin', sweetheart?" he asked, though he was already thrusting his hips up a little harder, a little faster, groans spilling from his lips with each one.

Though he did not technically need to breathe, he was still taking in shaky breaths as the pleasure built. "Honey darlin', bein' so nice to me, sugar. Baby, sweetheart, pretty boy--" he cut off with a groan, biting his lip to stop the string of pet names even as the hand on Jackson's head shifted from pressing to affectionately stroking short hair.

Jackson: It was Jackson's turn to groan when the reaper's hand pressed against the back of his head, reminded how strong the other was, making his mind flash with all sorts of things Noah could do to him with that strength, and it brings the noise up from his chest like a rumble around the other's cock. He could have almost laughed, their fingers tangling together, because of course Jackson was in no position to answer as he pulls back enough again to sneak in just enough of a breath so he could keep going. His face was quickly becoming flushed from the alcohol and exertion, eyes never wavering from watching the other. His favourite part was to watch just how much Noah fell apart with his lips wrapped around him. He steadies himself, allowing Noah to thrust up into his mouth, taking him deep with each shift of the reaper's hips. He hums against the other's length, bracing himself against the other's with his hands, the one tangled with Noah's gripping a little tighter for his own balance. After a moment he begins aiding the thrusts by bobbing along with them, taking Noah down to the hilt each time, moving a little quicker, getting less and less moments to breathe as he tried to work Noah up as much as he could.

Noah: It was Jackson groaning, humming around his length that undid Noah--he hadn't been prepared for it, knew he was close but not that close, but the sweet sounds Jackson made vibrated against him and he was done for. He said, "Christ, Jackson, sugar," and then he said nothing, finally silenced as he tipped over the edge and came. His head fell back against the chair, his expression just a little bit shocked, though he did have the presence of mind to slide the hand on Jackson's head down to the back of his neck, releasing him in case he wanted to pull away. But even while that hand released, the hand tangled with Jackson's was holding on tighter, the grip used to pull it up and press their clasped hands against his chest, heedless of the fact that doing it might throw off Jackson's balance.

Jackson: The fact that he could tell he caught the other off guard makes Jackson almost giddy, the reaper falling silent and he had a clue of what was about to happen. His fingers gripped onto Noah, fingers curling just moments before Noah came, shooting hot cum down his throat, and that's when Jackson's eyes flutter down, swallowing what he can, feeling the warmth of the other's hand on the back of his neck, his other hand dragged up against Noah's chest, fingers gripping onto the reapers. He holds there for a moment, tongue working around the other's length, just teasing a little as he works through his high. Finally, Jackson pulls back, if only because his lungs were burning for a need of oxygen, feeling blissfully lightheaded for a moment as he sucks in a few deep breaths of air. Jackson looks up, chest heaving, face rosy, as his thumb comes up to wipe at the spend that's on his lower lip, his other hand still held in the other's grip. He sways slightly on his knees, his free hand bracing him against Noah's thigh as he tries to catch his breath and steady the dizziness in his head. "You sure do look pretty when you come." He says, voice clearly breathless.

Noah: He let out a wordless whine as Jackson continued to tease him, hips stuttering as if he couldn't decide whether or not to pull away. It was only when Jackson pulled back to breathe that he properly settled into his seat again, managed to lift his head to look at Jackson.

God, but he looked pretty, all flushed and breathless. Noah laughed breathlessly when Jackson complimented him, shook his head--he hadn't quite found his voice again yet, clearly, because instead of answering he bent forward and pulled Jackson in with the hand on the back of his neck, caught his lips in a kiss that was softer than those he'd been giving before but no less urgent. A pleased little growl rumbled out of him as he licked the taste of himself from Jackson's mouth, both hands tightening their grip on the human possessively.

Jackson: For a moment Jackson couldn't tell if he liked it better when Noah was lost in mindless rambles, or at a compete loss for words. What Jackson did know however was that he liked being the one to make Noah do both. Jackson leans back on his heels for a moment, watching the reaper collect himself slightly after his orgasm, relishing in the beautiful view that it was. He smirks, because watching Noah without words was pretty fun, though his own weren't there the same way as he works to catch his breath. Their caught in a moment of just staring at each other, Jackson blinking lazily, keeping himself braced against Noah in fear that he would fall over. For a moment he's concerned that he will when Noah pulls him in, thrown slightly off balance, but the reaper was far stronger than he, and he's guided back up. He's definitely not stable as his body leans forward, lips pulled against Noah's crashing into the other slightly, hands gripping against the other for desperate support. He kisses Noah back, neither of them quiet as rough as before, still catching his breath, but he can't help the hum caught in his chest when his length brushes against Noah, throbbing and neglected, dribbling with precum. Even Jackson is surprised that he hadn't touched himself while working Noah over, and that sudden need floods his mind, groaning against the other, trying to press himself as close as possible.

Noah: Noah's lips curled into a smile when he felt Jackson's cock brush against him. The little sound he made was so sweet and Noah echoed it with a little hum of his own as he finally found his voice again. "Yeah, darlin'," he breathed, tipping his head and dragging his nose along Jackson's cheek. "You've been waitin', hm? So sweet to me, baby, I'm gonna be sweet to you."

With that promise given, he let go of Jackson's hand only to reach down and catch his waist, wordlessly tip him backwards onto the floor--both because it was the closest thing to stretch out on, get as much skin on skin as he could, and because he was dimly aware that Jackson was still swaying a little, wanted him to land gently if he was going to land there anyway. Settling himself above Jackson, Noah pressed one solid thigh between his legs, busied himself with trailing kisses and nips from Jackson's neck down to his chest.

Jackson: Jackson feels himself groan again, the noises coming without warning, almost more like a desperate whine than anything. His neediness was infinitely greater than it had been before, practically aching, and well, he'd never been one that could last too long with teasing before he got real riled up. And in all reality, the whole evening had been a big tease to him, and now he needed Noah.  His head tilts slightly, Noah grazing his cheek, and wow, in that moment he felt like he was spinning, fingers gripping a little tighter against the reaper, lips parted and eyes closed. "Are you?" Was all he could manage to breathe out, no lilt of teasing, taunting or sarcasm left in his voice.

Jackson grips a little tighter when Noah lets go of his hand, though the man's grip on his waist makes him feel at least slightly more stable. But the stability is lost when Noah maneuvers him, and for a second Jackson wonders if he's managed to fall on his own, but the reapers strong hands guide him to the floor, the softest 'oof' escaping his lips as he looks up to Noah, greedy hands reaching out for the other. He doesn't have to want for long, when Noah's larger body is on top of him, and Jackson's instinctively arches up against him, hands running up along his chest. His head tilts back and to the side to give Noah as much access to his neck, moans falling from his lips as the other moves lower. Jackson tries, and fails to keep his hips from rolling against Noah's thigh, far too desperate of an action than he would have liked, like a horny teen, grinding up against him, the friction making him moan. Fingers oh so quickly find their way to that thick, beautiful hair, sinking into it, thankful that at least one of them had something to pull, and he gives the man a small, appreciative tug as his fingers tangle into it. "Fuck, Noah" He breathes, body continuing to arch into the other, begging for more through his actions.

Noah: Noah breathed out a soft, contented sound when Jackson arched up against him, closed his eyes to better drink in the noises the human was making. His lips were gentle as he trailed kisses over Jackson's bared neck, but he broke the pattern with a playful bite here and there--not hard enough to leave a mark, at least not yet.

He whispered, "Yeah, sugar, I've got you," against Jackson's collarbone when the smaller man rubbed up against his thigh, desperate and needy and gorgeous. This had always been one of Noah's favorite parts of sex--his partners driven to the point of just wanting. It was the combination of knowing he'd helped get them there and simply getting to see another person so open, honest. For a long time, it had been the only intimacy Noah ever allowed himself, and Jackson reminded Noah enough of himself that he imagined this did not happen often for him.

So. "I've got you," he murmured again, crawling lower to drag his teeth over Jackson's nipple before a surprised moan pushed itself from his throat when Jackson tugged at his hair. Balancing on one arm for a moment, he reached up to yank the tie from his curls, let them fall loose to give Jackson more purchase. "I like that," he said simply, pressing a sloppy kiss to Jackson's belly now. "You should do it harder, sugar," he added, and then without further ado, he shifted down properly between Jackson's legs and wrapped his lips around the head of his cock.

Jackson: Jackson swallows, and while the world around him was spinning, the way Noah was perched over him, his strong body pressing up against him, Jackson managed to feel grounded. Small noises fell from his lips at the small nips against his neck, his breaths short and raspy in anticipation. His tongue flicks over swollen lips, and there was something about the way Noah spoke, and what he said that made Jackson feel some kind of way, and he very promptly had to push that away, somewhere deep down and hidden because those kinds of thoughts were not welcome in his head. It was easy to push away though, the moment replaced with raw need, eyes glancing open and down when he feels Noah shift for a moment, watching the hair tie get pulled from  the reapers hair, curls falling around the man's face and it pulls a smile onto Jackson's lips, his fingers taking a moment to appreciate, tangling deep against it, brows raising a little. "Oh yeah?" He says, voice raspy and distracted, but it doesn't stop him from giving a harder tug, not needing to be told twice. Jackson looks down through half lidded eyes as Noah works his way lower, and lower, lips moving along his skin expertly and then... "Fucking fuck!" Jackson moans through momentarily clenched teeth, Noah's warm mouth around his all too neglected length sending a shot of pleasure through him as his hips lift slightly and his fingers tug harshly against the other's hair without even really thinking about it. Eyes glance back down taking in the sight and it only makes him even more turned on, his head swimming and a small admiring smile turning at the corner of his lips. "God..." He breathes through staggered breathes. "Don't you dare fucking stop."

Noah: That first harder tug on his hair drew an encouraging hum from Noah, but it was the second one, Jackson's hands pulling at his curls like he didn't realize he was doing it, momentarily lost to pleasure that Noah had given him--that one was the one that made Noah groan, spurred him on.

Jackson needed have worried, because Noah had no intention of stopping, but he huffed out a little laugh through his nose at the words anyway, lifted heavily lidded eyes to cast an amused look up at him. He was pleased to find Jackson looking back at him, watching him, though he hadn't been expecting the little smile on his lips.

Eager to pull more pleasure out of the human below him, Noah raked his nails down Jackson's side before settling both hands on his hips and throwing himself properly into sucking him off. There was no use wasting any more time on teasing. He'd teased Jackson enough tonight--now he wanted to make him feel good, took his length in fast and sloppy, his hands pinning Jackson's hips to the floor to keep him him from trying to take over the urgent rhythm he'd set.

Jackson: A sharp hiss of pleasure escapes from between Jackson's teeth at the way Noah groans around his cock, adding vibrations that made his head spin. He continues to look down, eyes locking onto Noah's for a moment, watching the other through eyes that became all too distracted, falling back with his head as nails rake down his sides. The reapers lips wrap around him so well, taking him in quick and fast, making a low growl reverberate in Jackson's chest as his fingers continue to tug against the other's hair as a result of the way the man was making him feel. He groans at the hands on his hips, keeping them down on the ground as Noah's mouth moves against him at a quick pace, forcing so many little moans to tumble from parted lips between heavy breaths. "Goddammit, Noah." He growls quietly, "That's---fuck! Ah, shit, yes, that, that's really fucking good, Noah, so fucking good." He says between sounds of pleasure and moans, his breath catching every so often. Despite the hands holding his hips down, they still wriggle a little underneath Noah, acting on their own accord. His fingers take a moment to rake through Noah's hair, sucking in a breath to keep himself from building up too quickly, though broken moans still fall from his lips, his dark hues shifting his gaze back down to take in the sight of Noah bobbing up and down along his cock, and shit, what a fucking sight that was. "Fuck." He says through a long groan, head falling back completely, his hims straining against Noah's stronger hold, fingers gripping roughly in Noah's hair, after a little while at the feverous pace. "You're gonna make me fucking come if you keep up at that rate." He breathes down at the man, trying to get a handle on himself. "So before that happens, I'm gonna need you to come back up here, and fuck me real hard." He says, using his grip on Noah's hair to start tugging him back up with whatever strength he had as a very high and intoxicated human. "I want you to make me fucking scream." He growls in a low voice, the statement caught somewhere between a beg and a demand.

Noah: For a moment, the only reply Noah gave was a quiet "hmm," against Jackson's skin, head tipping slightly into the hands pulling at his hair but otherwise showing no sign of stopping, because making Jackson come had been his goal.

It was that last request that finally gave him pause. Making Jackson scream, well, that was a worthy goal, too, even if Noah had been enjoying himself, lost in the praise tumbling from Jackson's lips and the taste of him on his tongue.

He gave in to the hands pulling at him almost reluctantly, let Jackson's cock slip from his lips only to lean back down and mouth wetly at underside like he couldn't quite help himself. "God damn," he murmured, and then finally managed to tear himself away properly, lifted his eyes to look at Jackson. "Yeah, alright, sugar. I can do that." But he didn't move just yet, nudging at Jackson's thighs to get him to bend his knees instead. Turning his head to kiss the inside of Jackson's thigh, Noah said, "Have to go find lube in the back, probably. Just a second though, I gotta--" and then he began sucking a bruise on the spot he'd been kissing, because what he had to do, apparently, was leave a mark of where he'd been.

Jackson: Jackson had never been known for his patience, and yeah, maybe he was bossy, but he also knew he was human, and far from sober, and he didn't think he'd be able to have it in him to wait for his body to recoup for round two. Caught in such a desperate and needy headspace, Jackson continues to tug at Noah's hair, trying to bring the large man up, despite the fact that it would be pulling him away from giving Jackson the attention where he craved it, because well, he craved something else a hell of a lot more. A soft groan catches in his throat when Noah's lips slip off of him, that tongue sliding up his length making his hips twitch in a way that's all too telling.

A smirk flickers at the corners of Jackson's lips as he looks down at Noah, feeling his hot breath against his skin, and of course, all too suddenly the other isn't moving fast enough, the movements teasing again in the human's eyes. He groans to the kiss against his thigh, head lolling back because, of course he had a moment where he considered telling Noah just to screw the lube, the thought of having the other completely away from him for even just a moment sounding like far too much right now. But no, while Jackson enjoyed pain himself, he knew only so much pleasure came with that amount of pain. He lets out a sigh, glancing back down to watch the other suck a mark against his thigh, fingers of one of his hands slipping from the dark curls to run a thumb along the other's cheek, admiring for a moment through laboured breaths. "Fuck..." He breaths softly, the moment giving him a chance to come down, just enough to get himself under control enough that he wouldn't blow his load the second Noah touched him again, though it did leave him feeling all too desperate. "You better be quick, don't want me falling asleep on you now." Jackson says, the teasing light with his breathy tone, a crooked grin held on his lips, as if there was any chance in hell Jackson could possibly fall asleep in the state Noah was leaving him in.

Noah: Noah let out a soft hum, closed his eyes as Jackson stroked his cheek. He'd be loathe to admit how much he enjoyed that sort of small, delicate touch, but the way he leaned into it, rubbed his own cheek back against Jackson's hand, catlike and content, well--it gave him away whether he admitted to it or not. Turning his head, he nipped at Jackson's thumb, tongue briefly flicking out over the pad of it--Jackson couldn't put something near his mouth so soon after making Noah give up sucking him off and expect him to resist--and then he huffed out a laugh, lips curling into a smirk.

"You ain't gonna fall asleep on me, baby," he returned, turning his head to sink his teeth none too gently into the soft skin of Jackson's other thigh. "Just one second, sweetheart, I'm goin', just gotta sign my name so you don't forget," he teased. One more drag of his teeth, and then he gave Jackson's ass a playful swat and got to his feet, groaning his reluctance at having to stop touching Jackson for even a moment. "Stay," he warned, as if there was any chance of Jackson leaving. He considered the younger man for a moment from his new vantage point, said, "God, you're a sight," and then finally turned and hurried off to the back of the club. When he returned a moment later, triumphant, it was with both the packet of lube he kept in his wallet for emergencies and an entire tub of coconut oil, usually used when he wanted to be particularly shiny on stage, but tonight brought along just in case--god forbid his emergency packet not be enough, he didn't want to be forced to leave Jackson again.

Jackson: Jackson, while he never really tried to have intimate moments like these, he found himself falling into them accidentally. His thumb rubbed over the others cheek, a small smile resting at the corner of his lips as he watched the way Noah nuzzled against him, something he probably could have teased the other for, but he doesn’t, just letting them enjoy the moment. A loose laugh falls from Jackson as Noah turns and nips at his thumb, the other warm tongue swiping against it, and Jackson takes another moment to run the pad along the reapers lower lip with a smirk. “You sound a little over confident there.” Jackson says, though his hips squirm on their own accord, giving away that there was no way in hell he was going to pass out when the other left, even if Jackson was notorious for falling asleep practically anywhere.

“Ohhh.” Noah manages to pull the noise from Jackson as his teeth sink into the soft skin of his thigh, hips raising a fraction as his eyes flutter, growing more and more anxious for the other. “Make sure it’s nice and dark, I’d hate to forget.” Jackson says, the strain in his voice all too telling of how he was feeling, as if there was any way he’d be forgetting this. By the time Noah swats him (of course earning a playful glare from the human), and stands, Jackson can’t help the groan of frustration as he feels the reapers warmth leave him.

Jackson sighs, labouring to prop himself up on his elbows slowly, head spinning a little as he looks up to the now standing Noah. His eyes are filled with longing and lust, swallowing as his chest rises and falls heavily. “You’re one to talk.” He shoots back with a smirk, watching the other leave. Now alone, Jackson’s head falls back and now he lets out something that closely resembles a whine, lifting his head to glance down at himself. He smirks slightly at how the marks on his thighs were already starting to darken, and he had such a strong need he briefly considered touching himself just to satisfy it. But of course the thought was lost when the naked reaper returned looking all too proud of himself with his hands full, and Jackson chuckles. “You sure that’s gonna be enough?” He teases, shifting impatiently as he looks up at Noah. “You gonna get back down here anytime soon?”

Noah: "Well, I could go get more if you're worried," Noah said with a grin, gesturing over his shoulder with his thumb as if he might turn and leave again. An empty threat, clearly, because he was already dropping to his knees by the time Jackson asked his next question.

"No patience, I swear," he grumbled, but he was settling himself between Jackson's legs as he said it, and the teasing tone was somewhat ruined by the impatient grunt that he let out when his length brushed against Jackson. The truth was that between Jackson's hands in his hair and the pretty noises he made and the complete lack of a refractory period that had been Noah's reward for, you know, dying, he was already just as impatient to give Jackson exactly what he wanted.

Leaning down to steal a kiss, he tore the little packet open without looking, dripped lube onto his fingers. He said, "Put your hands back in my hair," pulled back enough to give Jackson a grin that seemed to echo the human's constant smirk, and then he hitched Jackson's leg up around his own hips and reached back, slick fingers slipping between his cheeks and pushing into him.

Jackson: “Don’t you fucking dare.” Jackson growls playfully, leaning against his one elbow, his other hand reaching up greedily for the other as Noah sinks down beside him, and the hand moves to run over the other’s abdomen. Legs spread a little more, allowing Noah to settle between them, fingers running lower as Noah brushes against him, making Jackson lick his lips, hungry for the other. He was pleased and impressed to see just how hard Noah was already, those greedy fingers of his brushing down till they wrap their way around the others cock as Noah’s lips found his own.

Jackson’s hand strokes up and down over Noah’s length, groaning into the kiss, face lifting instinctively when Noah pulls away, as if he could prevent it. “Yes sir.” Jackson says, that glint of sarcasm bleeding through as Jackson takes his free hand, the one that’s not currently stroking and rubbing his thumb over the tip of the the others cock, and sinks his fingers into those beautiful dark curls, scratching against the others scalp. The brush of Noah’s fingers against his ass make him hold his breath in anticipation, fingers pulling at the others curls in encouragement. Finally as Noah’s fingers slip into him, Jackson lets out a loud groan, fingers tugging Noah’s head to the side as his lips find the reapers neck, teeth biting against him sharply, a possibly ploy to avoid the even louder moans that threaten to escape, though it really only was a matter of time. Impatient hips push against the others hand, trying to push him deeper as his teeth worked quite the mark against the reapers neck.

Noah: Jackson's hand on his cock earned a little gasp and another kiss as Noah's hips bucked into talented fingers. "Sweetheart," he said softly, and then, immediately after, laughing breathlessly at Jackson's sarcasm, "Brat. Gonna make you say that like you mean it one of these days, pretty." There was a hint of a growl in his voice at that, but there was a trace of fondness there, too. Noah liked that Jackson was a brat, liked his teasing, not that he was going to think too hard about that. This was not a moment for thinking.

Noah tugged back against the grip on his hair, hissed at the sting of it, though his resistance wasn't enough to stop Jackson getting at his neck. His bite was sharp enough to make Noah groan, rumble out a pleased, "Yeah, Jackson," cock twitching in Jackson's hand at the hint of pain.

As much as he liked the way Jackson's hips wriggled impatiently beneath him, Noah shook his head, leaned more of his weight onto him to still them. "Knock it off, baby, I'll take as much time as I god damn please," he said gruffly. Still, despite the scolding he obligingly pushed his fingers in deeper, gave Jackson what he'd been struggling for, hand working a steady rhythm. "Fuckin' rushin' me," he grumbled. "Maybe I like this, you makin' pretty little noises just from my fingers. Lemme hear some more, maybe then I'll give you my cock, sugar."

Jackson: Making Noah react like that was far too enjoyable for Jackson, the human only able to imagine how pretty he would sound once he was actually inside him. The thought alone was enough to make him groan in response against Noah’s neck. “I’d like to see you try.” Jackson says daring the other to do it. Jackson continues to work at Noah’s neck because it was the only thing that kept him from falling apart completely, though the way his fingers gripped against Noah’s hair tightly, and the way the movements of his other hand curled around Noah’s cock were becoming more sloppy and erratic, was telling enough with just now much he was struggling against the teasing.  

Jackson grunts in frustration when Noah’s larger body presses against him, though he does enjoy the feeling of the weight over him, it immobilizes his hips in such an annoying way, allowing Noah to further tease him. “Fuck, Noah.” Jackson growls into the other’s ear, taking the opportunity to nip against his lobe. “But you’re so fucking slow.” Okay, maybe that came out a little more whiny than intended, but he couldn’t dwell on it too long as Noah fingers stretched deeper into him, making him moan with open lips against the skin of Noah’s neck. He groans, eyes rolling playfully even if Noah couldn’t see it, fingers tugging relentlessly at Noah’s hair because maybe that would get him to speed the fuck up. “Fucking tease.” Jackson says, voice hitching slightly with the movement of the others fingers, his breath growing into heavy pants.

Noah: Reducing Jackson to whining was terribly satisfying--he couldn't help the smirk that tugged at his lips, nor could he help the way his hips thrust against Jackson's unsteady hand, greedy despite his insistence on teasing. Jackson just sounded so good, and though Noah knew he would feel even better, he couldn't resist drawing it out just a little more, just to see how desperate he could make him.

"I'm not slow," he insisted, his voice hardly steadier than Jackson's, though he still managed to sound teasing. "You're just impatient, baby. Pretty baby, sweetheart, you just want it so bad," he said, words punctuated by helpless little moans each time Jackson tugged at his hair. "Me, I'm not teasing," he continued as he pulled his hand back just to add another finger. He was teasing, and the smug tilt of his voice that shone through even as he breathlessly insisted otherwise suggested that he knew it. "I'm just enjoying myself, honey. I just like you like this, sugar, ain't you feelin' good? Sure seems like you're feelin' good, sweet thing."

Jackson: Jackson could have let his hand drop from around the others cock just to prove a point while Noah teased him, but then he wouldn’t get to hear the way Noah’s voice caught and his breath grew heavier, and that alone was worth it. Jackson continues to strain against Noah, even if it was useless with the reaper pressing down against him. Another taunt and another groan falls from his lips, growing more and more impatient, the level of his youth shining through in these moments. “I’m not impatient.” He grunts, not exactly the smartest quip he could come up with, but the neediness was taking over, shining right through that lie of his.

At least the moans that caught in Noah’s throat were enough to keep Jackson pleased in himself, watching the reaper come undone, though he clearly had more self restraint in that moment. “Yes you a—“ Jackson’s words are cut off with a harsh moan when another finger is added, stretching against him in the most beautiful way, making his head fall back away from Noah’s neck, eyes dropping and lips parted. Of course Noah knew exactly what he was doing, and he was getting just what he wanted from the younger man, Jackson’s resolve dissolving quickly. Oh Noah was going to be cocky about this. “Ah, fuck, Noah, c’mon.” Jackson says, looking up at the other, trying to ask for more without giving into begging, yet again.

Noah: The moan that swallowed up Jackson's words was god damn beautiful; Noah had to lift his head to watch Jackson, the sight of him alone enough to pull a moan from the reaper's lips, silence his rambling for a moment as his eyes dragged over the column of Jackson's throat, his pretty open mouth.

His gaze flicked up to meet Jackson's eyes when he realized the younger man was looking at him and he grinned, expression both fond and a little bit wicked. Fingers curling inside Jackson, he said, "C'mon what, baby? What do you want, sugar?" He ducked his head, nipped at Jackson's jaw. "Gimme a kiss, honey, and I'll give it to you. Won't even make you say it this time. Think I'd like to one day, sugar, Jackson, you're so god damn sweet like this. Just one kiss and I'll quit teasin', promise."

Jackson: Jackson liked the way Noah watched him, even if he was in a far more vulnerable state than he’d like to admit. But like the reaper, he enjoyed the attention, and thrives from the admiration. His head tilts back against the floor, his body straining to arch as best it could against the other.

Of course Noah was going to continue being a little shit about it, but he was going to get away with it too, especially with the way his fingers curled inside of Jackson, forcing the man to moan again, growing ever needier. His head tilts allowing the lips on his jaw, relishing all the sensations the other was giving him. Any thoughts on holding his reactions back were long forgotten, unabashed noises falling from his lips. Eyes flicker open again, smirking ever so slightly because that request was one he could oblige easily without a fight. He uses his grip on Noah’s hair to tug his face over, head lifting slightly as their lips crash together. Jackson kisses Noah with such needy vigour, he knew he was practically just begging him with his actions, showing just how desperate he was for the other. He grunts against the kiss, his hand around Noah’s cock moving ever so slightly faster, as if trying to coax the other into what he needed from him.

Noah: He'd asked for it, but the kiss still startled a surprised moan out of him, whether because he hadn't been expecting Jackson to give it or simply because he'd been too distracted by the sounds he was coaxing out of him. His fingers stilled for a moment as he kissed Jackson back, and if his teasing had masked the urgency of his desire, well, it was obvious in the way he matched Jackson's enthusiasm with his own.

Finally giving in, he withdrew his hand, balanced on his knees to free up his other hand so that he could squeeze the last of the lube packet onto his aching cock, slick himself up--a task made difficult by the fact that he refused to stop kissing Jackson while he did it. His hands slid down Jackson's thighs, thumbs digging hard into the bruises he'd left there before he roughly yanked the smaller man forward and reached around to line himself up. Biting his lip, Noah's fingers bit at Jackson's hip as he pushed forward, forced himself to go slow. "Sweetheart, honey, you good?"

Jackson: If Jackson hadn’t been dizzy already, he would have been now with the way Noah was working him, the vibrations of the reapers moan against his lips making him nip at them roughly, happy to be met with the same sort of enthusiasm. He kissed Noah possessively, the hunger and need in him taking over as he clawed against the other’s hair, as if he could somehow draw Noah even closer.

The sudden absence of Noah’s fingers inside him force a breathy moan from his lungs, knowing that he was finally going to get what he wanted. He enjoyed the way Noah was so insistent on continuing to kiss him, movements for a moment becoming clumsy. Jackson hand pulls back from the others cock, fingers roughly scraping up his chest, over his neck and joining the other to tangle in the back of Noah’s hair, only insisting his lips stay locked on the other. Moans slip past the kisses as Noah’s hands find Jackson’s thighs, pushing against the bites and bruises, pain mixing with pleasure as Jackson liked it best. A grunt catches in his chest as his smaller body is pulled forward roughly, feeling the tip of the others length press against him. ”Fuck.” he breathes between biting kisses, feeling Noah push inside him his hips threatening to push up. “Fuck, shit, yes, Noah, goddammit, keep going.” Curses fall from mumbling lips as he tries to speak and continue to kiss Noah at the same time.

Noah: A whine slipped out against Jackson's lips when his hand dragged roughly over Noah's tender chest. It stung beautifully, lit glorious little reminders of Jude's fire flogger, Magnus' drumming, at each point of contact. He caught at Jackson's arm with the hand not holding the other man's hip, held on tight, mumbled, "Baby, baby, yeah," against Jackson's lips at the same time that Jackson was urging him on.

It only took him a moment to give into Jackson's urgings, pushing in to the hilt and rolling his hips in slow, sweet little motions. It seemed he'd worked himself up with his own teasing, probably more than he'd meant to--not surprising, given the rest of the evening--and now he couldn't help the breathless, broken little moans that slipped out in between kisses. "Jackson, sugar, Jesus lord, you feel good," he breathed, biting at Jackson's lower lip.

Jackson: Jackson knew that neither of them were really ones to typically whine, but when dissolved down to the point where both of them were so needy and desperate for the other is was honestly amazing. Of course, neither would admit to it after, he was sure, but in the moment, he let himself enjoy it. He liked the way Noah's hands held against him, rough and firm, keeping him grounded when the rest of the world seemed to be spinning out of control. Jackson moans at those little pet names, Noah's ramblings starting up again and he takes a moment to kiss not quite so feverishly to allow them out.

Jackson tugs Noah a little closer, his one leg coming up to wrap better around the reapers hip as  he pushes into him, groaning feeling the stretch as Noah fills him completely. "Fuck..." He breathes quietly, his own voice lost for a moment, breathing heavily as he continues to press sloppy kisses against the other's lips, and over his jaw, like he just couldn't get enough of him. Fingers scratch against Noah's scalp and pull at his hair, not even really realizing what he was doing, so distracted by the pleasure he felt with each aching thrust into him.

Noah: He dragged his palm up Jackson's thigh as it wrapped around him, seemed unable to keep his hand still when it could be moving, touching every inch of skin available to him. The other hand still held onto Jackson's arm, a little bit desperate, as if he was worried Jackson might try to take his hand away from Noah's hair without Noah's grip there to stop him.

The second Jackson's lips slid to Noah's jaw, he was murmuring pet names again--they tumbled out without something else to occupy him, and he made no attempt to stop them, murmuring, "Sugar, darlin', sweetheart, that's so good, baby, honey, so sweet for me." Jackson's hands tugged at his hair, and Noah grunted, snapped his hips faster, harder-- make me scream, Jackson had said, and God, he wanted to. Reluctantly, he tore his hand away from Jackson's arm, slipped it between them to run his thumb gently up the length of his cock. "So good," he crooned, nosing at Jackson's cheek. "Babydoll, honey."

Jackson: Even though he'd bitched and complained, growing more and more impatient after entire night of teasing, this was worth it. The way Noah rocked into him slowly at first pulled lazy moans from his throat, his hips twitching to push up against him with each thrust. He was needy and felt starved for the other's attention after watching him all night, and there was a part of him that felt extremely smug that he was the one that ended up fucking Noah Wright at the end of the night.

Those sweet little pet names that fall from Noah's lips were so endearing, and it pulls a moment of softness from Jackson, a thumb shifting and brushing affectionately against his cheek while the rest of his fingers stayed tangled in the other's curls. But the moment lasts only a few seconds when Noah's hips suddenly move faster, hearing the slap of his hips against skin making a broken moan slip past his lips without warning, fingers tightening their grip instinctively. "Jesus fucking christ, Noah." Jackson hisses in pleasure, followed by an embarrassingly loud groan when Noah's thumb found his once again, neglected cock that had been dribbling a sweet little pool of precum on his stomach. Teeth scrapes their way along Noah's jaw, finding his neck again because he'd be damned if Noah didn't leave this without looking like he'd gone through a goddamn war. And there was something so satisfying about sinking his teeth in against the other's skin after a particularly hard thrust, the moan Jackson cries out, muffled against Noah's neck. "More." He pants out the demand between loose groans.

Noah: The soft slide of Jackson's thumb against his cheek had Noah's lips curling into a little smile, his head tipping to press his lips against the other man's cheek, surprisingly sweet, given the way his hand was still clutching rough and firm at Jackson's thigh. The kiss turned into a breathless laugh when the human swore in his ear. Noah bit at his jaw, nodded, thumb swiping over the head of Jackson's cock. "Yeah, baby, yeah, tell me, I wanna hear you. Pretty little noises," he said, and then cut off with a loud groan when Jackson's teeth found his neck.

"Fuck," he said, the rhythm of his hips stuttering once and then picking up again, a little harder, because Jackson was demanding more. "Mistake you for a vampire if you weren't so god damn glowy," he hissed, which was probably nonsense to Jackson, but it made sense to him. His fingers finally wrapped properly around Jackson's cock, slick with precome that Noah wanted very badly to taste, but--he was focusing, occupied his mouth with kissing whatever he could reach instead: Jackson's forehead, his temples, his jaw. Hand moving in time with his hips, he insisted, "Baby, let me hear you, sound so good, sugar."

Jackson: Teeth tug at Noah's neck while Jackson's fingers claw at his hair, trying to grip onto whatever he could at this point as his body shifts with each thrust into him. There was no point on trying to be quiet anymore, or hold anything back, the other pounding into him hard and rough pulling honest moans from the human's lips. The shift in pace, Noah moving faster and rougher into him is met with even more noises of pleasure, his lips and teeth working to devour the other's neck, knowing it would be filled with marks that hopefully wouldn't disappear too quickly.

The comment makes his brows furrow for a moment, a breathy laugh caught between moans. "I don't know what the--- oh fuck, Noah --what the hell that means, but, shit that better mean something good." He labors out with great difficulty in keeping his words straight. A growl reverberates from his chest and past his lips against Noah's neck when the reaper's hand finally wraps around his cock, stroking in a way that makes his hips twitch anxiously. His voice strains, noises escaping like loose cannons, echoing around them and Jackson didn't care in the slightest, because what Noah was doing to him just felt so damn good. He knew at this rate, with Noah's hand moving against his length in time with the pounding thrusts, that he wasn't going to last too much longer, and while he could ask the reaper to slow down, he most certainly didn't have the patience in him to do so. "Jesus fuck." Words and curses come out in a garbled mess as he feels himself building closer towards the inevitable.

Noah: "S'good," he assured around a grunt, lips curling into a smile against Jackson's temple, pleased to have made him laugh even in the middle of trying to fuck him hard enough to make walking a challenge. Making Jackson laugh always felt a little bit like a victory--he did not give the impression of someone whose laughter came freely.

Of course, that little laugh was surrounded by sounds that left Noah feeling pleased in an entirely different way--a rumbling growl against his neck, loud noises of pleasure that rattled off the clubs walls, made Noah very glad for the building's acoustics. Knowing he was making his partner feel good had always gone a long way for Noah, and Jackson made the prettiest noises as he climbed, gorgeous and honest, like he couldn't help it, like he was poised to come apart beneath Noah's hands. It was enough to make Noah feel a little undone himself, and he ducked his head to suck a bruise into Jackson's neck to steady himself, breathed in the scent of him, all sweat and alcohol and humanity.

"God, Jackson," he said after a moment, nudging Jackson's leg more securely around his hips so that he could prop himself up a little higher on one arm and just look. "Baby, honey, I wanna see you come, look at you, gorgeous, lemme see," he crooned, only very dimly aware of what he was saying. "Sweetheart, you feel so good, come on, I wanna watch."

Jackson: Another soft ‘ha’ falls from his lips when Noah assures him that the vampire comment was good, very quickly swallowed by the moans coming out of him from each deep thrust. He was glad at this moment that he was the one with his back on the ground, the world spinning too rapidly for a moment as that high built up inside him.

Inhibitions were lost. Every tug and movement no longer intentional, completely falling on the whim of his instincts. Noah’s lips find their way against his neck and Jackson sucks in a breath, ”God, yes.” neck tilting over as his head falls back. With his lips no longer pressed to the other man’s neck, the noises fall freely, no longer mumbled against Noah. Jackson is all too eager to help shift his leg up and around the others waist a little more, hips shifting, Noah suddenly hitting at a different angle that made Jackson’s head spin.

Their lips part and Jackson groans in frustration, eyes blinking open to look back up at Noah, cheeks flushed from exertion, small strings of curses tumbling from swollen lips. That look in Noah’s eye only added to the building up inside him, telling him the other knew exactly what he was doing to Jackson. The words only edge him on, body moving against the floor with each hard thrust into his body, pulling him closer and closer to the release he was practically begging for at this point. ”Fuck!” he moans out in a raspy voice just a moment before he falls himself falling off the edge, a noise of pleasure ripping from his throat as he comes hard onto himself and Noah. His head tosses back, eyes screwing shut as he breathes curses, his body arching to press up as close as he could to the reaper, fingers gripping tightly against those beautiful dark curls. ”Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.” he breathes out quietly in chain as he rides out his climax.

Noah: All of the teasing had been so, so worth it, if it helped get Jackson to this point, shameless and eager beneath him. Noah's eyes drank in the sight of him greedily, as if he'd earned the chance to see it only once and was afraid to miss even a second--that was habit, maybe, left over from the days when he had not had many repeat partners, but it was not one he was inclined to break. For someone who was so rarely open or vulnerable, seeing people in a moment when they simply could not lie was not something he wanted to take for granted.

And God, but Jackson looked particularly beautiful, arching up into him and pulling his hair. Noah groaned, turned his head just enough to kiss Jackson's wrist without taking his eyes off of him, murmured, "Pretty baby, fuck, yeah, look at you makin' a mess. Jackson, sugar, oh, honey." His rambling dissolved into a string of affectionate pet names once more, a sign that he was close to his own release--and who could blame him, with Jackson cursing all quiet and ragged as he came--but he held out stubbornly, the hand supporting his weight curled into a tight fist as the other continued to stroke Jackson through his orgasm. The rhythm of his thrusting hips was not quite as steady as it had been, movements erratic, helpless groans slipping past his lips between murmurs of "sugar" and "darlin'"--but by God, Noah was determined to keep dragging those sweet sounds out of Jackson until he couldn't take it anymore.

Jackson: Jackson was beyond the point of worrying about his reactions, about worrying if he was letting himself enjoy this too much. Even in moments like these, with most people, there was a strong sense of him being guarded, and not everyone could get him to this point where he threw caution to the wind and just let himself be. Maybe it was the high, or maybe it was because there was a part of him that trusted Noah, even if he couldn't quite put his finger on why.

There was something to be said about fucking while high, all of his senses both numbed to everything else in the world, and yet on fire with every thrust, and touch against his skin. It was all enough to drive him crazy and it helped awake something in him that made him feel properly alive. The words, and the way Noah so perfectly brought him up to his high, and allowed him to tip over just when he thought he couldn't take it anymore was pure bliss, and it pulled noises from Jackson without him even realizing. He wouldn't admit how much he enjoyed Noah's affectionate ramblings, not totally used to having a lover that was quite so complimentary, but his ego, and maybe something else, made him enjoy it far too much.

As Noah continues to push into him, Jackson's clings tightly to the larger man, trying to remain as close and in contact with the other as his orgasm peaks, and slowly falls. Of course, like all good things, it starts ending, though Noah keeps going, his hand teasing at his now over sensitive length, his thrusts still hard and deep, and all of it pulls smaller noises, almost like whimpers from Jackson. He was lost in it, his hips and body writhing and twitching against the continued movements, his breath hard and ragged, his breath lost against all the moaning and groaning that had been pulled from his lungs. God, Noah was good. Coherent words were lost as his body falls slightly from where it's arched against the other, eyes blinking open finally as he looks up at Noah, the reaper equally as flushed and worked up, his own gaze glossy with pupils blown wide open, just soaking in the sight of the other. "Fuck, Noah." He breathes, barely above a whisper, continuous loose groans continuing to push past his words and Noah pushes on, dissolving Jackson into a helpless pool of pleasure and overstimulation, unable to even really verbalize anything at this point through the noises he made. So instead, his hands tug Noah's face down, claiming his lips in a kiss that could only be described as sloppy and distracted, mixed with both their noises as Jackson's lips drag up along his jaw, and pull the reaper closer to him till he's able to grumble in his ear, his voice low, quiet, and filled with a breathy lust. "I wanna feel you come inside me." He breathes, no longer a demand, but a request, a beg, like it was something Jackson needed at this moment like it were life or death.

Noah: Noah breathed out, "Yeah, honey, yeah, just like that," as he watched Jackson melt under his touch, moans giving way to whimpers and overstimulated squirming. The world seemed to have narrowed around them, Noah's awareness limited only to the sounds Jackson made, every point of contact between them, the exquisite warmth around his cock with every thrust. For someone who was very decidedly dead, Noah felt very much alive.

Hard pressed as he was to stop watching Jackson, he went willingly when he was pulled down into a kiss, groaned against Jackson's lips--and then groaned again, in protest, when Jackson broke away to kiss his jaw. He murmured something that might've been, "Wasn't done kissin' you," except that it was broken by soft, helpless noises and muffled against Jackson's skin, because he wasn't done kissing Jackson, lips still stubbornly pressing against whatever he could reach.

The whisper in his ear seemed to find a direct line to Noah's cock, his hips jolting as he groaned helplessly, shuddered. He could not say no to that, didn't want to. His hand finally released Jackson's length, reached around him instead to lift the smaller man off the floor just a little bit, just enough that Noah could press as much of his skin against Jackson's as possible. He said, "Sweetheart, oh," quiet and ragged, and then he said nothing, tucked his face into the crook of Jackson's neck. His hips thrust twice more, and then he went still, muscles tight as he came, teeth sinking into Jackson's shoulder to leave one last mark.

Jackson: Jackson almost could have laughed with the way Noah's lips continue to press against whatever they could find, as if they just couldn't get enough as his own lips drag up over Noah's strong jaw and to his ear. Jackson's limbs felt heavy and clumsy, his fingers staying tangled around Noah's hair just to keep him from slumping back, his body coming down from the last of it's high just as Noah's was building up. There was no stopping the weak moans that catch in his throat, a shuddering breath released as Noah's hand moves from his cock, wrapping around him to lift him closer, his hips obliging to allow Noah to reach as deep as possible with his last few thrusts.

Jackson knew now, when the reaper grew quiet, it was only a tell tale sign of what was soon to follow, and there was a hint of a smile in his eye as Noah's face buried itself in his neck and shoulder, his own tilting to allow access. His own lips find the other's shoulder as well, pressing softer kisses now with the occasional small nip, no longer nearly as rough as before, as he feels himself suck in a breath of air just as Noah pushes in for one final deep thrust. The reapers body grows still and tense, Jackson's legs squeezing around him as his own moan muffled against Noah's skin, and it only got louder when the teeth sunk into his shoulder leaving him breathless. It feels as though his entire body is wrapped around the other, his face tucked in tight, his hands still in Noah's hair, holding him close, and his legs gripping against his hips, relishing in the moment of closeness, as Noah road out his high. His lips part, almost as if they could say something against the other's shoulder, but instead all that escapes is a shuddering breath, for once remaining silent for the moment, lips pressing a tender kiss against salty skin.

Noah: Noah stayed where he was for a long moment, face hidden against Jackson's shoulder as he shuddered through the last of his orgasm. He was grateful for how tightly Jackson held onto him--the weight of his legs around Noah's hips, his hands in his hair, it was grounding, kept him from feeling too out of control even as pleasure made the room spin a little around him.

A soft sound slipped from his lips when he felt Jackson kiss his shoulder. God, that was sweet, lit something warm in Noah's chest. He wanted to say so, but as always, his seemingly endless supply of words had been lost to bliss, and his head had not yet cleared enough to find them again. He managed a happy sort of hum instead, dragged his head up with effort to nose along Jackson's cheek seeking his lips, leaving a couple of kisses in his wake. His kisses had lost their urgency now, lazy and affectionate rather than frantic and hungry. In some corner of his mind, he was aware that he would have to get them off the floor at some point, get the human in his arms into a bed, but for the moment he was terribly content to kiss Jackson fondly, still holding him close with one arm, not yet willing to lose the press of his skin.

Jackson: After what feels like a long while, Jackson's noises settle down into soft murmurs against Noah's shoulder, his own tense muscles relaxing ever so slightly. Fingers uncurl from their iron grip on Noah's curls, brushing through them now in a far more gentle and absent way. Jackson was all too dizzy to let go just yet, feeling like if he did the floor might drop out from underneath him, and Noah was really the only thing that was keeping that from happening.

Jackson doesn't even realize the small smile that's graced his lips as Noah's lips trail their way along his cheek, finding his mouth with a surprising softness.  He kisses back, eyes closed as his body hums with affection and exhaustion, the high from his climax coming down, but his other continuing to hit it's peak. Lips press against Noah's in an equally lazy fashion, somewhat sloppy, but nevertheless gentle. For a few moments, he could forget where he was, or everything that went on in that goddamn school, his mind clouding to really only think about the man on top of him, and the way he kissed him, and just how nice it felt. It was a secret, and private thought, one he wouldn't share. He seemed to be making a habit of having these little romps in places that weren't someone's house or suite, and for some reason always on the floor.

With the mix of his intoxication, the pleasure, and the comforting warmth of Noah against him, Jackson wondered if he'd just end up passing out here. Sure it'd be a hell of a surprise for Jude or Magnus to find him in the morning, but fuck, the exhaustion was hitting him like a brick, and the thought of making his way back to his cell was something he didn't even want to think about. Especially because it was late, and even if he did have the excuse of attending kink night, the guards didn't take too kindly to him anymore, regardless of if he even was breaking the rules. Jackson's fingers brush lazily against Noah's hair, having learned just how much the other enjoyed his hair being played with, which was something he couldn't blame him for, and probably half the reason he was so pissed about his own hair. For once, Jackson lets himself just enjoy this, at least, for a few moments, which could also be due to the fact that he knew the moment he let go the world would probably start spinning out of control, giving away just how fucked up he was. After a few more moments, the hint of a smirk plays on his lips, letting out a small breath, almost as if a smart ass remark could come from his lips between slow kisses. But instead he just breathes a small 'fuck' between pressing his lips to Noah's, his body slowly relaxing more and more.

Noah: Noah's head tipped into Jackson's hands, pushing catlike at gentle fingers without opening his eyes. "'s nice," he murmured absently between kisses, because it was. He pulled back just a little at Jackson's mumbled curse, just enough to look at his face, catch that hint of a smirk on his lips--and that made Noah grin, the expression fonder than he meant it to be, but he didn't bother trying to hide it.

He kissed the corner of Jackson's smirk affectionately instead, and then kissed him again, properly, because--well, his mouth was there, and kissing Jackson was really, really good. Noah lost himself to it for another long moment, leisurely and content, his thumb absently stroking Jackson's back.

"Babydoll," he murmured when he finally surfaced again, found his voice, though it was as quiet and gentle as his kisses had been. "God, you're somethin', honey. You think you can get up?"

Jackson: Jackson hums lightly against the others kisses at the little comment, and it was sweet just how quickly Noah reacted to the attention to his hair; he’d definitely be using that to his advantage in the future. Jackson continues to welcome the soft kisses from the other, still blissed out enough to really think too much about it, though there was something that continued to surprised him about Noah by just how affectionate he could get.

Jackson kisses back warmly, enjoying the comfort and the warmth of the reaper, even if they were laying on the hard floor, he didn’t really mind. Brows raise slight when Noah seems to come back to reality, and he forces himself to come back as well, blinking up at the other, letting out soft breath.  “Hmmm?” He hums, a little distracted still with the others lips against his. “You’re one to talk.” He murmurs back. “Wha—oh yeah, ‘m fine.” He says, not totally sure if that was the truth or not. Reluctantly pulling back slightly to look at Noah with a little smirk, Jackson’s eyes do a little glance over the other’s body still on top of him. “Though, probably not with you on top of me.”

Noah: With some reluctance, Noah eased Jackson back down onto the floor properly, his arm slipping out from behind him--although almost immediately it came around to touch the corner of his smirking lips, slide up over his short hair. "You're real damn fine, yeah," he agreed with a laugh, did not bother to point out that he was asking because Jackson had already been unsteady on his feet before they'd ended up on the floor.

He made a face at that last comment, ducked in to kiss Jackson's jaw, soft and affectionate. "Yeah, but I like bein' on top of you," he said petulantly, but he reluctantly sat back on his knees, groaned loudly when they parted. He held his hands out to Jackson, a faint laugh escaping him as he came back to himself enough to remember where they were. "Jesus," he murmured. "Called you impatient while I was fuckin' you on the floor." Another little laugh, a shake of his head, and then, "Come home with me," not really a question, though of course Jackson could say no and Noah would find it in him to see him back to his cell instead.

Jackson: Jackson held back a groan as Noah slowly lets him down against the floor, his back hitting the cool surface, a small groan escaping from the absence of warmth Noah had been giving him. Smirking even deeper when Noah's fingers touch his lips and his hair, Jackson lets a small chuckle fall, tilting his head slightly, not really making any effort to prop himself up just yet, his body feeling heavy enough to sink into the floor.

"Oh yeah, is that so?" Jackson says, that little hint of teasing and sarcasm coming back to him, but it wavers for a moment when Noah's lips press against his jaw, making his chin tilt up slightly for better access. "Can't say I mind it that much myself." He hums, though it stops abruptly when Noah moves back, pulling out of him, forcing a breath from his lungs. Jackson's head tilts to the side, as if just noticing now they were on the club floor. "Well, at least you managed to wait until everyone left, woulda been a hell of a show though." He teases finally shifting himself up with a laboured grunt, so that he's propped on his elbows. That's when things start spinning faster, the weight of Noah over him gone and no longer keeping him grounded, and he takes a moment to blink. Brows raise slightly and a crooked grin falls on his lips with a small tilt of his head. "Well, aren't you the gentleman." He snickers slightly, hand reaching up to grasp Noah's and, well, it wasn't a graceful sight as he pulls himself up to a more seated position, and even worse as he tries to stand. "Fuck." He murmurs, finally making it to his feet, with much assistance from Noah. He muses over the offer, because of course he was sure he could refuse, but the idea of wandering his way back to the cells, even if he did get past the guards with no hassle,  he'd be stuck in that cell with three other dudes, and that did not seem appealing, especially not with the promise of sharing a bed with the naked reaper in front of him. "How could I say no." He says, one of his hands gripping onto Noah's arm, maybe a little more than worried about his own stability, and well, maybe the continued contact was nice.

Noah: Noah was not the steadiest as he got to his feet, but he was at least steady enough to help Jackson. His eyebrows raised slightly as he observed the human's struggling, wondering if he'd maybe had more to drink than Noah had seen--he was vain, sure, but not vain enough to think he'd broken Jackson with his dick.

A glance at the hand holding his arm, and then Noah rolled his eyes, slung his arm around Jackson's waist and pulled him in instead. "You can't," he said, his thumb stroking Jackson's hip where his hand had settled. "I'm irresistible, darlin'." A pause, thoughtful, and then he bent just enough to grab Jackson's boxers, nudged them at him, largely because it might have cooled off outside and he didn't want to be the cause of a sick human, but also because--"Don't feel like sharin' that view with anyone outside, pretty baby."

Jackson: Jackson stood for a moment, almost as if centering himself, trying to find his balance, shaking his head slightly, because, fuck, he needed to get his shit together here. Sure he was high, and drunk, and had pretty much been fucked into another dimension, but he wasn't going to let on like that. When the other's broad arm pulls around his waist, Jackson is secretly grateful for the extra support, and the soft brush of Noah's thumb against his waist. "And oh so modest." He adds with a little playful look.

Jackson glances over as his boxers are handed to him, grabbing them with a hand, and a little smirk. "Is that so?" He says with a raise of his brow. "Feeling a little selfish are we?" He adds playfully, but begins the process of pulling the boxers on, which probably looked a little less than impressive, and all too clumsy, but he forces himself not to think too much about it. The rest of his clothes are still discarded on the floor, and while part of him knew bending down to get them would be a hell of a job, what was in the pocket of his jeans--and no, not the underwear Noah had tossed at him earlier--was something he just couldn't leave behind. It's a wonder he doesn't fall over when he scoops up his clothes, though the support of Noah is likely his only saving grace. Tossing his t-shirt over his shoulder, though he's a little more careful with his jeans, wanting to ensure nothing fell out. He does, however, pluck the pair of black boxer briefs from the pocket, looking up at Noah playfully. "Now while I'm not all keen on sharing either, I'm not really sure I'm ready to part with these yet."

Noah: "Yeah, well, I'm greedy, sugar," he said, and if his gaze was a little bit fond as he watched Jackson stumble into his boxers, well--Jackson wasn't looking, which meant no one saw it, so it didn't matter.

His other hand reached out to help steady Jackson as he bent to collect his clothes, lest the younger man make it through the evening unscathed just to fall now--and okay, maybe he also leaned his head back just a little to admire Jackson's ass, whatever, it would have been a wasted opportunity not to.

He laughed brightly when Jackson held up his boxer briefs, shrugged one shoulder. "Well, suppose I did give 'em to you, darlin'," he reasoned, giving Jackson's hip a tug towards the club's dressing rooms, so he could at least get his wallet and keys. "You want me to walk home naked, I'll walk home naked. You're the boss, sugar."

Jackson: “Really? I hadn’t noticed.” Jackson smirks, but Noah was a lot like him, and he had a pretty fierce greedy streak in him, where it surfaced from he couldn’t quite place his finger on. Maybe it came from never having much, or maybe it came from never feeling like enough.

With his clothes collected, the others underwear in hand, Jackson takes a long moment to graze his eyes along the reapers body. There was something he really enjoyed about the others shamelessness, and well, the view was a little too good to waste. “What a thoughtful gift.” He muses with a loose chuckle, giving a shrug and tossing the boxer briefs over his shoulder to accompany his T-shirt. “Seems like a shame to cover up something so pretty.” He says, knowing just how well the compliment would go over. He lets himself get rugged along with the other, secretly enjoying the closeness and leeching off of the others warmth. “Mmm, you are fun to boss around.” He hums, following Noah to the dressing room, walking perhaps a little slower due to that comforting ache that maybe left him walking a little funny, but he was doing his damndest to not let on

Noah: Even loose and relaxed as he was, Noah still straightened up a little under Jackson's gaze. The desire to look good for watching eyes was automatic and powerful--it would have been even if it had been a stranger looking at him, was perhaps made more so by the fact that it was Jackson.

The compliment might have made him smirk usually, but now he just beamed, bright and pleased, ducked down to kiss Jackson's head because it was what he could reach without stopping their progress. As much as he might have liked to linger and kiss Jackson some more, he was aware that he probably needed to get the unsteady human into a bed.

"You think so, huh?" he said, absently rubbing his thumb back and forth on Jackson's hip, just above the waistband of his boxers. Noah was tactile by nature, but he did not always allow himself such casually affectionate touches. It was easy now though--in moments like this, he could always fall back on the haze of having recently come as his excuse. It was all endorphins, nothing to do with who he was touching, or how much he liked them, or any desire for softness that he might have had. Which he didn't. "You ain't even hardly tried, sugar. Oughta give it a real go sometime. In the name of science, you know, provin' your hypothesis." This was delivered with a playful smile as he collected his wallet from where he'd left it in his rush for lube, tucked it into the pocket of his jacket, which he pulled away just long enough to drape over Jackson's shoulders. Immediately after he'd done it, he was pulling Jackson back in against his side as if he hadn't just decided to make sure he'd be warm enough outside, as if the very idea was preposterous. "Alright, let's get you to bed, dollface, before you knock out right here and I gotta carry you."

Jackson: Jackson could have chuckled at the other’s preening, enjoying just how easy it was to pull that smile from his lips, and that little straightening of his shoulders. Jackson glances up, smiling lightly when the other’s lips kiss against his head, and he works to just let himself enjoy the closeness. It was easier with the high, his inhibitions tucked away for the moment, natural instincts taking over and craving the closeness and the warmth that Noah provided. If he could’ve, he probably would have reached up just to continue kissing Noah because, well, it was nice and Jackson enjoyed it. Absently tucking himself in against the other a little closer, he lets his own fingers run along the small of Noah’s back, resisting the urge to swat at the man’s very bare ass, but he’d be lying if he said he didn’t sneak a peek every now and then.

“Well, if it’s in the name of science, then clearly I have to.” Jackson teases with a nudge of his shoulder against the other, looking up to him with a grin. This was definitely not the last time this was happening with them, that was for sure. Mildly confused for a moment when Noah pulls away, only to chuckle when the Jackson was put over his shoulders, a bit big on him, if he was being honest, which of course he wasn’t. Jackson glances down at himself, noting just the kind of sight he was, in nothing but shoes and boxers, clothes in hand and an oversized Jackson draped across his shoulders, he was quite the sight. Before Noah pulls him back in to his side, clumsy lips press a kiss that falls somewhere between the reapers neck and shoulder, humming against his warmth and tucking back in happily, all things he’d promptly force himself to forget come the next day. Jackson lets out an audible laugh, because if only Noah knew he’d already had to have been carried home after a romp like this, and Jackson most certainly wasn’t going to let that happen again, so he reluctantly trudges on forward, fingers dancing soft patterns against Noah’s back. “Mmm you gonna tuck me in and make me breakfast in the morning like a real gentleman” Jackson muses, lips managing to press against the other’s shoulder again, getting a bit distracted as they walked, his intoxicated mind often on a single track, as he looks up to Noah with a bit of a goofy grin.  

Noah: That clumsy kiss on his shoulder had Noah's lips curling into a smile that he turned his head to hide--he was just looking for something, clearly, maybe checking that the club was safely locked up behind them, certainly not flushing with happiness at a clumsy kiss just because it came after all the hot and heavy stuff, after people had historically been done with him.

He squeezed Jackson against his side, glanced down at him again when his smile had turned a little less soft. Noah was sort of terribly pleased that he hadn't rejected the jacket around his shoulders, and if he was honest, it had just as much to do with wanting him warm as it did with the way Jackson looked, thoroughly fucked and wrapped in a jacket that clearly did not belong to him. Noah was not a jealous person by any means, but he was greedy, like he'd said, and this was a view he was very pleased to share.

"I'll tuck you in," he mused as he led Jackson out of the club and towards his house--which, maybe he should start driving to work, on the off chance of ending up needing to take a drunk human home, it seemed a little mean to make him walk. "But I might just wanna have you for breakfast, sugar," he teased, though in truth Jackson would absolutely be sent back to the cells well fed. He glanced down at Jackson with a smile when his shoulder was kissed again, and then had to stop and lean down to kiss him briefly when he saw the goofy smile on his face, couldn't resist when he looked that god damn cute.

Jackson: Jackson was oblivious enough to his own behaviour that the way Noah tucked his head and looked around the club, the younger man too focused on staying upright, and thinking about just how badly he wanted to keep kissing Noah. He'd probably kick himself in the morning for the way he was acting, but hell, he was high, so who the fuck cares.

Jackson tucks himself in tight as Noah holds his arm around him, and for once no salty joke was muttered about how tall everyone on the island was, because in all reality he enjoyed Noah's size and height at this moment, and the warmth he found against the other's skin. Jackson follows Noah, his own steps definitely not sturdy, but the grip the other had on him keeps him moving forward. "Hmm..." Jackson hums, that tell tale smirk on his lips. "I think we could arrange that." He says, looking up, not expecting the kiss but he welcomes it gladly, shifting a little and pressing himself close. "You keep this up and we're not gonna make it back to your place." Jackson murmurs against Noah's lips his free hand brushing up gently against the reapers chest. "Not that I'd mind." He says, though he knows full well that if they did keep it up at some point Noah would be having to carry him home.

Noah: For a moment Noah's only response was a noncommittal sort of hum against Jackson's lips as he stole another kiss, covered the hand on his chest with his own. It wasn't really surprising that he'd got distracted--Noah Wright liked kissing, and at the moment he especially liked kissing Jackson in particular. "Yeah, well," he said finally, tipping his head to nose playfully at Jackson's cheek. "Sleepin' in the street ain't so bad. Ain't rainin', at least."

Still, despite his playful words, he sighed, made himself turn and resume pulling Jackson along. Unsteady on his feet as he was, the temptation to keep kissing him was outweighed by the need to get him into bed.

Besides, he could always kiss him again once they got there.

"You're real tempting," he mused with a smile. "But I guess I oughta behave."

Jackson: If Noah wanted to, he could very easily distract Jackson by continuing to kiss him then and there. He was a little too content with continuing to make out with the reaper in the street, even if stopping meant the promise of a warm bed that wasn’t in the cells. “Figure we could find a nice patch of grass if we needed to.” He muses as Noah’s lips leave his for a moment, the human’s greedy fingers curling gently against his skin under the hand Noah held it with.

Jackson surprised even himself with the disappointed sigh as Noah turns away, forcing his feet to continue moving along. “Of course I am.” Jackson says in a light cocky tone with a grin up at Noah as his steps continuing on, only held steady by by the strong arm around his waist. “And please tell me, when have you ever behaved?” He smirks, eyes glinting against the lights in the street.

Noah: "You do look awful pretty in moonlight," he said, because it was true, and because he was enjoying complimenting Jackson, even if only to earn that stupid smirk.

He gave the human's hip a little squeeze when he sighed, his disappointment almost enough to convince Noah to stop walking again--but no, they weren't that far from his house, they could both be patient.

"Almost never," he allowed with a laugh, and there was that smirk again. Noah grinned, nudged Jackson to turn onto his street, free hand reaching into the pocket of the jacket he'd draped around Jackson's shoulders to fish out his own keys. "But if I let you sleep on the ground and you get sick, I won't get to kiss you at all. So it's worth it this time."

Jackson: “I know.” Jackson says simply, being cocking seemed to be even more fun around Noah, someone who seemed to rival him pretty well in that area.

Jackson’s chin ducks slightly at the squeeze to his hip, grinning only momentarily to himself as his feet manage to move one in front of the other. He honestly had no idea of where they were and if Noah wanted to, he could be leading the human into all sorts of trouble. But for some reason, Jackson had decided to trust the reaper, for reasons that he couldn’t even quite put his finger on. Whatever the reason, Jackson was there and blissed out and definitely not ready to give up the warmth and the others presence.

“And now is when you’ve decided to start?” Jackson says with an upturned chin looking at the other with a raised brow. “Pretty sure I’ve slept in worse places than the grass of a tropical island so I think I’d be fine.” He grins but allows Noah to guide him around the corner, hoping that they’d be at his house soon because he was getting tired and his footsteps were getting far more staggered. “You’re not leading me off somewhere to chop me up into a million pieces are you?” Jackson teases.

Noah: "I just can't take that chance, darlin'," he said, his voice solemn though he was still grinning. "Kissing you is too much fun. Gotta play it safe."

He bent his head to wink, snorted out a laugh at Jackson's teasing question. "I hadn't been planning on it, no," he assured as they reached his driveway and he tugged Jackson along to the front door. "I mean, a million seems like a lot. I dont have that kind of patience. Reckon I could manage a hundred, maybe, before I got bored." He paused to grin at the unsteady human for a moment, and then unlocked the door and nudged Jackson inside. "Think you can make it up the stairs, honey? Just the stairs and then you get to lay down."

Jackson: "Is that so?" Jackson muses with a smirk, too high and wasted to really hold much back at this point. "I guess if you put it like that, I can find it in myself to try to be patient." He says, continuing to grin up at the other, his body swaying slightly, though he kept himself gripped to the reaper to stay steady.

"Leave it to you to be the laziest serial killer ever." Jackson says with a little bounce of his brow. "You're think you'd be good at it, being a reaper and all, isn't that like, your MO? Dead people?" He asks with a quark of his head, because actually, other than some of the weird shit he'd walked in on Mercy doing, he hadn't a clue what reapers really were for or what they did. He stumbles inside with the small nudge, eyes shifting up and narrowing with a playful glare at Noah, fingers moving to pinch at the reapers ribs. "I'm fine." He insists, as if he wasn't staggering and struggling to keep himself upright. "Acting like i'm a goddamn child." He scoffs shaking his head, though the glimmer of his smirk was still on his lips. "C'mon, if I'm going up, so are you, since I'm clearly not done kissing  you yet, and you seem hell bent on not letting me till I'm in bed." He teases, his hand grabbing Noah's making a bit of a lame attempt to drag him towards the stairs while also keeping himself from falling.

Noah: "Somethin' like that," he agreed with a shrug. "Although reapers are usually more concerned with, y'know, souls. And I'm not sure you should be knockin' my murder skills. A hundred is a lot of pieces y'know, and you ain't that big, I'd have to go pretty small. It takes dedication to cut a little human up that small." His tone was mockingly offended, but he was grinning as he said it, nudged Jackson playfully with his hip, careful not to let the little bump knock him over.

He laughed, swatting at Jackson's pinching fingers, curving away lest pinching turn to tickling. "Baby, believe me, I ain't treatin' you like a child," he said, hand slipping from Jackson's hip to give his ass a little swat. "I just wanna get you somewhere soft so I don't have to worry about you fallin' over while I kiss you," he assured, going easily when Jackson tugged him towards the stairs, because he'd always been planning to go with him. Slipping behind the human on the stairs, he squeezed Jackson's fingers, his other hand settling on his hip, both to keep him steady and because maybe he just wanted to be touching him. It was very tempting to lean in and bite at his shoulders from behind, because they were pretty and he wanted to, but he didn't want to make climbing the stairs drunk any harder.

"God, I want to bite your shoulders," he said instead, very cheerfully. "Hurry up, get in my bed, you're so pretty."

Jackson: "So you munch on souls then? Not human flesh? Comforting, I guess." He says with a grin as he looks up to the reaper, making a little face at the other's nudge, which thankfully wasn't anything too strong. He slips the jacket around his shoulders off, tossing it over, well something, because there was enough random furniture in the other's house to find something to toss it on. Jackson hums, because the thought of somewhere soft and warm to sleep for the night was appealing. While Jackson could sleep pretty much anywhere, the cells weren't exactly comfortable. He wouldn't let on, but having a warm bed and a warm reaper to curl up next to was a bit of a treat.

Jackson stumbles towards the stairs, fingers gripping onto Noah's as he tugs him along. He's silently grateful for the support of the other's hand on his waist as he labours up each step. He grins to himself before his head turns to look back. "What, didn't leave enough marks before?" He says, instantly realizing that looking back probably wasn't a great idea, his free hand finding the wall to steady himself, knowing that had he been alone, he probably would have been tumbling down the stairs. "Alright, alright, I'm going." He teases, head turning back forward, working his way up the stairs. "Now who's the impatient one." He says, a private grin spreading on his face as being called pretty by the other, chin ducking ever so slightly as he finally makes it to the top of the stairs. He tugs Noah up, an arm snaking around the reapers waist, glancing around, unsure of which room was actually his.

Noah: "Well, you were on your back before," he reasoned, grinning at Jackson when he turned back to look at him, even as his hands tightened to steady him. "Now I can see some spots I missed, is all. There's this spot right here, looks like it oughta have my mouth on it."

He was ready to complain when Jackson let go of his hand, but before he could, the human's arm wrapped around his waist, and--okay, that was good, too. Fingers dancing over Jackson's shoulder, he pressed his thumb lightly to the spot he'd been admiring, said, "This spot right here. I'm gonna bite the hell out of it one day," and then wrapped his arm round Jackson's shoulders and tugged him to the left in the direction of his bedroom. "Rowan's room is down there," he said, pointing with one finger. "And there's a guest room, there. Which you'd be welcome to, any other night, but tonight you're in my bed, pretty." He nudged him gently onto the bed when they got there, said, "Just one sec, I gotta--" and gestured at his wings, which were still tightly bound against his back. With the help of the long mirror tucked in the corner of his room, he began untying the knots he could reach, but he had had help tying them tonight, could not quite reach all of them.

Jackson: Jackson chuckles as the other looks over his back and his shoulders. "Guess you're gonna have to do something about that then." He muses, finally reaching the top of the steps. He grins up at Noah before craning his head to try to see exactly where Noah was pressing his thumb against. "I have a feeling we can arrange that." He says as he glances up, having the sudden urge to find somewhere unblemished to bite Noah back. He stumbles along beside Noah, fingers pressing into the other's skin, keeping his arm tight around the other's waist for support, glancing in the direction of the pointed figure. "But I thought that Rowan had one of those.. uh, the dorms, but for like, the masters and shit." He muses before he's tugged off towards the bedroom, falling onto the bed with a little 'oof', watch Noah as he moves over towards the mirror.

Jackson lets out a long yawn for a moment before he realizes what Noah is doing, and he watches curiously for a moment as the reaper struggles to reach some of the knots that hold his wings in close. Jackson tilts his head before he pushes himself up off the bed, managing the few steps over towards Noah, hands gently pushing the other's fingers away. "Lemme." He mumbles, fingers already moving to work at one of the knots. For as inebriated as he was, Jackson had remarkably still and steady hands. His eyes squint slightly as he focuses, working on the knots quickly, nimble fingers making quick work of it. And well, maybe if his fingers brushed the soft feathers of Noah's wings, it was merely coincidental and not at all because he wanted to pet them. After a few minutes of concentrated work that Jackson had amazingly done with out tumbling over, the other's wings were free, and okay, yes, he may have run a hand along them with a little smile of marvel on his face, but he quickly let that hand brush over the other's lower back only to slap his ass with a cheeky grin.

Noah: "She does, yeah," he agreed with a distracted nod as he craned his arm backwards in an attempt to reach one of the knots. "We used to be neighbors when I was in the suites. Guess both of us missed bein' so close. She kept the suite though, splits her time."

His eyes flicked up to look at Jackson's reflection in the mirror, lips stretching into a grin when he found the human watching him--that was a nice sight, was all, a good-looking fella lounging on his bed with his eyes on Noah. He liked Jackson in his bed and he might have said so, except that then Jackson got up, and Noah frowned.

"What are you--" he started, and then cut off when Jackson reached him and pushed his hands away, said, "Oh," quiet and surprised. His hands fell to his sides, eyes watching Jackson in the mirror. A fond smile touched his lips as he watched Jackson squint, didn't bother to hide the soft tilt of it, because Jackson was intent on his work and not looking at him, anyway.

Noah was prepared to dismiss the little brushes of Jackson's fingers against his wings as accidental, but that last gentle touch combined with the smile on his face--that one made him smile even as he breathed out a sigh of relief at having his wings freed. His left hand came up to dig his knuckles into the small of his back, but he didn't quite make it there before Jackson slapped his ass, startled a surprised laugh out of him.

"Save that for when you ain't too tired to do somethin' about it," he teased, bending to kiss the corner of that grin. He bumped his nose against Jackson's before speaking again, his voice softer now, a whisper. "Thank you, sugar. For your help."

Jackson: "Huh." Jackson says with a little nod. "Makes sense though, keeping them both, I'm sure dealing with you 100% of the time would be a hell of a lot." He teases the other, the grin on his face is all too telling. While working on the knots that so intricately bound Noah's wings to his back felt like a long time for Jackson, it really only was a few minutes before Noah unfurled his wings and Jackson admired them for a moment. Who knew wings on a guy could be quite so appealing, but then again, the moment he'd seen Noah when he snuck into Moondance when he'd first gotten there, the wings had instantly caught his attention.

Jackson can't help but laugh as he slaps Noah's ass, grinning at him, as he takes a small shuffle back to admire, allowing Noah to turn and avoiding getting decked in the face with a wing. His hands come up to rest on Noah's hips for a moment when the other dips down and kisses him, but it's all too short, and doesn't linger nearly long enough for his liking.

He blinks tiredly, feeling his body instinctively lean against the other's for both his warmth and support, smiling a little as their noses bump. "Next time." He muses, with a little nod, because at this point, even he knew that he wasn't going to be able to stay away too much longer, the exhaustion over running his body and his mind.

He keeps his head tilted up, looking at Noah through tired eyes, that little smirk still on his lips, though far more tired and lazy than before. His expression softens at the words, and he holds there for a moment, the room quite around them aside from their breathing. Had he been sober, he would have run from a moment like this at first sight of it, but right now, uninhibited, there was some part of him that craved it, even if he would never be able to admit it. "Anytime." He hums back, eyes closing just for a moment, feeling tired but calm.

Noah: "Next time," Noah agreed quietly, and if he sounded a little bit distracted, it was because he was. Head tipped to the side, he was drinking in Jackson's soft expression greedily, because--well, because Jackson had closed his eyes, so he was allowed, and because maybe this was something that Noah liked, these quiet soft moments, someone else leaning against him, sleepy and content. Maybe he wanted to remember it.

His hand lifted, thumb stroking almost reverently from the corner of Jackson's eyebrow down to his jaw. There was something almost sweet about his face like this, soft and relaxed, not that Noah would have dared to say so. "Pretty," he said instead, very quietly, and then reluctantly nudged the tired human back to the bed, though this time Noah went with him.

"I know you're tired, but c'm'ere before you fall asleep on me," he urged. "Said I wasn't done kissin' you and I ain't. That last one don't count, that one was just cause you're a brat and I like your mouth."

Jackson: Jackson takes a deep inhale of air as he leans against Noah, and for about half a second he probably thought he could have fallen asleep right then and there, still standing. Everything seems to spin slightly, but his grip on Noah remains firm for the moment, keeping him grounded and still.

Eyes blink open with the touch against his face, remembering that no, he could not just fall asleep standing up, no matter how warm the reaper was, there was a bed, quite literally right there. The little word that falls from Noah's lips has a soft smile tugging at Jackson's. He knew, even then that come morning he'd force any memory of these moments from his mind, pretending like they didn't happen, so why not just enjoy them while he could? He could just blame it on being drunk and high later if he needed to.

He stumbles back a little at Noah's nudging, falling back onto the bed, fingers reaching out to grasp one of Noah's hands in attempt to pull him down as well. "Good, cause I may be tired, but I'm still not done kissing you yet either." He says, pulling the other down onto the bed as well as he shifts his way over to one side of it, grinning at Noah, tired and playfully.

Noah: He went willingly, tangling his fingers with Jackson's as he climbed into bed after him. Jackson might have made his way over to one side, but he needn't have bothered--Noah only followed him, pressing into his space and ignoring, for now, the extra room that had been left behind him.

He'd scoot over when Jackson fell asleep, probably. A little, at least. Maybe. Right now he was more interested in settling down with as much skin pressed together as he could comfortably manage and leaning in to kiss Jackson lazily, a leisurely, contented sort of kiss.

One hand settled on Jackson's jaw, thumb gently stroking over stubble, but it was Noah's wing that stretched out to wrap around him, careful not to let any of the sharper bits poke at soft skin--just soft feathers, draped a little bit possessively, as if Jackson might try to roll away.

Jackson: Jackson grins a little as the other clamours after him, with far more grace than his own drunken movements, and he’d be a liar if he said his hands didn’t reach out immediately to try to pull himself against the reaper. His body relaxes against the bed as he curls in towards Noah, his chest pressing against the others, chin tilting to allow Noah’s lips to finally kiss his again, properly this time, sweet and lazy.

His eyes close as he hums lightly into the kiss, the world finally settling around him and not spinning nearly as much. Fingers cling gently to what the could, an arm, his chest, smiling softly into the kiss as he feels the wing curl around him, surprisingly comfortable. For just a moment he felt very young, like a teenager not wanting to go to sleep but keep kissing, not really willing to let this moment end knowing that come morning reality would break into his mind and the world would be harsh again. But it was difficult, with the others warmth around him, being as drunk and high as was, and all his other needs so thoroughly taken care of. And fuck, there was something to be said about sleeping somewhere that actually felt safe, unlike the cells, jam packed with other slaves where feae clung in the air. No, here it was different and calm, and Jackson kisses Noah back with tired lips that continue to move slower and slower as sleep keeps trying to claim him, despite how stubbornly he was trying to hold it off.  

Noah: He could feel Jackson beginning to drift off, already lazy kisses growing slower still. Noah did not often miss the ability to sleep--there were things about his humanity that he had been sorry to part with, but that was not one of them. He'd slept so rarely in the end, plagued by nightmares and guilt, that it was hardly a change.

He missed it now, a little bit, if only because it might have been nice, in this moment, peaceful and content as he was, to drift off while kissing Jackson.

"Not yet," he whispered instead, words mumbled imploringly against Jackson's lips, because he couldn't sleep and he was greedy, wanted to draw out this moment just a little longer. "Just stay one more minute, sugar."

Jackson: Jackson presses himself a little closer to Noah, head tilting slightly as he kisses the other, trying desperately to keep himself away. It was a losing battle, his eyes, blinking open every so often just as an attempt to keep himself conscious, but even that wasn't helping much.

Jackson lets a little hum grow in his chest at the other's words, a hand running along Noah's chest for a moment. "Not yet." He murmurs back, repeating the words, unable to really form any of his own. And he did want to stay awake, even just for a little longer.

Jackson takes in a deep breath, breathing in the other's scent, trying to pull him closer for a moment, even if their bodies were flush together.  "'m trying." He says back in a small tired voice.

Noah: Noah's lips curled into a helpless smile when Jackson mumbled his own words back to him, sleepy and sweet. He was terribly endearing in his sleepiness--cute, even, not that Noah would dare to say it just then, because doubtless Jackson would feel the need to deny it and that would shatter the quiet peace of the moment.

He said, "Good," instead, kissed Jackson again while he still could, his fingers sweeping up as if to tuck Jackson's hair back behind his ear, though it was not yet long enough for that.

"Sweet thing," he murmured against Jackson's lips, finally giving in and turning his face to kiss his cheek instead--he wasn't quite willing to give up the contact, but he'd surrender enough to let the human sleep, at least, he supposed. He wrapped his arm around Jackson along with his wing, fingers idly drawing patterns on his back, and then, because Jackson was practically asleep anyway, probably wouldn't remember, he let himself add, "Dream sweet, darlin'," the words little more than a whisper against Jackson's cheek.

Jackson: Jackson tried to stay awake, he really did, his eyes flickering open and closed, though the more moments that went on, the longer they remained closed until they ceased to open again. His lips move lazily against Noah's, small sloppy kisses that were given with less and less pressure each time, his mind creeping into sleep despite his best efforts.

He lost himself, between the few moments of being awake and being asleep, moments he likely wouldn't really remember, and even if he did, he would likely deny them. His smaller body curls in against Noah's, wrapping around him as best he could, fingers brushing against the other's chest for a moment before they still.

Jackson hums against Noah's last kiss, too far gone to properly protest when the reapers lips move from his to his cheek, instead opting to nuzzle in against him in a fashion that was very unlike the human. Jackson's breath grows even more steady and even deeper as he rests against the other, his body still now, finally surrendering to the sleep that he so desperately needed. He remains there, curled and gripping tightly against Noah as if he was trying to prevent the other from leaving, a natural instinct that seemed to happen when he slept. His breath is heavy between soft murmuring, lips speaking words of nonsense in his sleep.

Noah: Noah shouldn't have been surprised, maybe, when Jackson curled up small and wrapped around him, sweet and soft and cuddly--shouldn't have, but was all the same, even if just a little, even if just because he was always surprised by such things, by people choosing to hold tight to him.

His surprise melted into a tiny, privately pleased smile. He pressed another kiss to Jackson's cheek, brushed their noses together, and then settled against his pillow, eyes flickering fondly over the lines of Jackson's face, soft in sleep.

In a little while, he'd reach for the book on his nightstand, do some reading while Jackson slept. Now, though, he was content to lie beside him, listening to his soft murmuring with a smile.

-end. 

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A Rose Shall Bloom (And Then Shall Fade)- part 8

It was all well and good for Claire to tell herself she wasn’t going to spiral back into depression, but it was easier said than done. Truth be told, despite all her years of experience, the right balance between bottling up her feeling and falling into despair still eluded her. When Tracy finally passed away, Claire attended her funeral because it was held relatively close to where she lived. She felt kind of bad about the fact that she wasn’t able to attend all her friends’ funerals, since many of them had lived far away from her, but being there was in many ways just as bad as not being able to be there. It always forced her to fully acknowledge the loss of life. No matter how long and full and content that life had been, it was still a person who wasn’t there anymore.

Micah made a nice speech at the service about how, although Tracy hadn’t been his mom, she had still been important to him. After the service, while the attendees were milling about and reminiscing, Claire approached Micah to compliment him on the delivery of his speech. She tried not to look at the gray creeping into his frizzy hair. Claire would never get used to seeing people who were younger than her looking so much older than she did. He offered her a glass of wine, and although alcohol didn’t effect her, she took the glass anyway. She had fallen into a habit at this point after decades of drinking out of pure social expectation, and she saw no reason to stop now. It was bitter and rather unpleasant in taste, but Claire was growing accustomed to it at this point.

“She owed a lot to you, you know,” Micah said. “You and your dad. You guys really helped turn her life around.”

Claire wasn’t sure whether the dad he was referring to was Noah or Nathan–what he said could have applied to both of them. She supposed it didn’t really matter, since it was true either way. She nodded and took a sip of wine, resisting the urge to screw up her face at the tangy flavour.

“My dad definitely helped,” she agreed. “But ultimately, I think it’s up to people to redeem themselves. Outside influence can only take you so far. Anyway,” she added hastily when the corners of Micah’s mouth quirked into a frown, “I’m glad she had such a good life.”

“How are you doing these days, by the way?” Micah asked. “I haven’t seen you in ages.”

“Yeah, it’s, ah, been a while since the last time our whole gang had a get-together,” she sighed. “But I’ve been doing pretty good, and you?”

She didn’t mention any specifics of her life–such as the fact that business at the restaurant was dwindling again, or that Peter was considering moving into an old folks’ home, or that Gretchen’s sight and hearing were getting progressively worse. Micah was just asking out of courtesy, and even if he did genuinely care about Claire’s life, she didn’t want to make him more depressed. He was already at his aunt’s funeral; the last thing the poor kid (no, he was over sixty now, she reminded herself with a slight wince) needed was to hear about how miserable things were in Claire’s corner.

“Thing are about the same as always,” he said with a shrug. “I’d like to retire soon, but I don’t know if I can afford to stop working yet.”

“Are you still working at the electronics store?”

“Yup. You still a waitress?”

“I run the restaurant now, actually.”

“Ohh.” Micah raised his eyebrows, chuckling. “We really haven’t talked much in a while.”

“Yeah,” Claire said, setting her wine glass down and stuffing her hands in her pockets. “I guess we haven’t.”

*

A few months went by. Peter moved out of the house he and Emma had lived in for almost forty years and into a nursing home. It looked eerily similar to the one Noah had ended up in–much of the layout was identical, and the walls were painted the same shade of light yellow that managed to be both cheerful and subdued. It was a completely different building, of course, in a completely different city, but Claire always got a pang of nostalgia when she went to visit her uncle there.

Not long after, Natalie announced that she was pregnant. This took Claire a bit by surprise, since Natalie was rather old to be having a child; she hoped there wouldn’t be any complications.

“You know, I always wish we had adopted a child,” Gretchen mused when Claire told her the news. “I mean, I get why you didn’t want to, but… you would’ve made a great mom.”

“I’m glad you think so,” Claire replied.

She had been thinking, lately, about the prospect of having kids one day. Whether she liked it or not, she had all of eternity ahead of her. Eventually, she would almost certainly take on another romantic partner–probably quite a few, over the centuries. Having children wasn’t completely out of the question for her in the future. It would hurt like hell, of course, to see that child grow up and eventually grow old while she remained the same as always, but if that ever-present anxiety wasn’t reason for Claire not to get close to people, then logically it shouldn’t have prevented her from having kids either. Still, even if that did happen, it wouldn’t be until quite a ways into the future (Claire thought this as if she hadn’t already lived through so many vaguely distant futures becoming the present).

Thankfully, Natalie had her child without complications. It was a boy, who they named Julian after Victor’s grandfather. Natalie sent Claire some photos of the baby, and sure enough, the photos were pretty adorable. For a while, everything went pretty smoothly in that corner, or at least as smoothly as raising a child could be expected to go. Then, just over one year after Julian was born, Natalie called Claire up in the middle of the night.

“Something is happening to Julian,” she said, speaking so quickly that Claire could hardly parse what she was saying. “He was sniffling a little earlier today, so I took his temperature, and… well, he hates getting his temperature taken, so he started crying, and the reading on the thermometer started… started just glitching out. When I put my hand on his forehead, it was like… it was scalding! I don’t, I don’t even know what’s going on… I couldn’t even pick him up to cuddle him–I burned my hands on his skin!–so I couldn’t get him to stop crying… Victor finally put on some calming music and got Julian to sleep, but there’s still just this, this insane heat radiating off him… what should I do?!”

“Woah, woah, okay.” Claire pinched the bridge of her nose and tried to process everything her cousin was saying. “Julian must have a power! Like, super-heat or something. It makes sense, right?”

“I don’t have a power, though,” Natalie said.

“The gene must have skipped a generation with you, then,” said Claire. “I don’t know, I’m not a geneticist, ask…” she trailed off when she remembered that Natalie couldn’t ask Mohinder, because he wasn’t alive anymore. “Um, why don’t you ask Peter?”

“I called the nursing home and they said Dad is asleep, and I didn’t want to wake him,” Natalie explained. “I know you have powers–I mean, uh, obviously–so I just thought, I don’t know, you might be able to help?”

Claire grimaced, feeling a pang of sympathy for her cousin. She wished she knew how to help, but she honestly had no idea how to best handle such a situation. However, she could think of another person who just might be able to help.

“Hang on for a moment, Natalie,” Claire said. “I’m going to make another call.”

When it came to people whose powers had manifested at a very young age, Claire was only familiar with one: Matt Parkman Jr. Only problem was, she didn’t have his number saved to her contacts (although she’d had his father’s number saved, she and Matt Jr had never really hit it off). However, she did have all her employees’ phone numbers, and that included one MacKenzie Parkman.

The phone only rang once before MacKenzie picked it up. Claire figured this must have meant MacKenzie was still awake, and quite possibly scrolling through social media. She considered scolding the young woman about this, since it was past midnight on a work night, but Claire would have been lying if she said she wasn’t guilty of that same action on many occasions.

“Y'ello?” MacKenzie mumbled sleepily. Then, as if she had just realized who was making the call: “Boss, you ain’t calling to tell me I’m fired, are you?”

“Oh, no,” Claire assured her. While not her best worker by any stretch, MacKenzie was still a good kid (adult now) and Claire wasn’t the type of boss to just lay people off without good reason. “I’m actually calling about your dad… about his parents, technically, but since they’re not around anymore–”

“Oh, actually, grandma Janice is still alive,” MacKenzie said. “Do you want to talk to her?”

“Um, if you could give me her number, sure.”

A few minutes later, Claire was on the phone with Janice Parkman. Not wanting to stop and explain her entire situation, she simply introduced herself as a friend of MacKenzie’s.

“Now, Ma'am, your son’s powers manifested when he was just a baby, right?”

“That’s right, dearie,” said Janice. “Not that I had any clue what was going on. Why do you ask?”

“Well, my cousin has a baby,” Claire said–she might as well tell the truth about that part, at least– “and that baby has powers that just manifested. So I was wondering if you had any tips as to how to, er, deal with that.”

“Afraid not,” Janice told her. “Parenting is different for everyone, you know. With Mattie, I barely had any idea what I was doing half the time, even before I knew he had powers. That’s just what parenthood is like, especially the first time around. I’m sure your cousin will be able to work things out in time.”

Claire wasn’t completely sold on that, but she thanked Janice anyway and passed the advice, such as it was, to Natalie. She wished she had better advice to give than “just do your best and hope it works out okay”, but for the more unpredictable aspects of life, she supposed it was the best advice one could get. And, sure enough, Natalie grew more confident in her parenting skills as time went on. Once when Claire was visiting her, she saw Natalie pick Julian up with a pair of oven mitts. It was unconventional, certainly, but the Petrellis had always been an unconventional family. It was honestly really comforting to see Natalie, despite not having any powers herself, carrying on that tradition.

*

Claire was staying late at work one evening, wiping down some tables so her employees could go home early, when she heard a familiar sound, somewhere between a woosh and a flash, behind her. It was a sound she hadn’t heard in quite a while. She flinched when she heard it, clenching the wet rag she held and squeezing a couple drops of water onto the table she was cleaning. When she turned around, Hiro was standing there, hunched over the old wooden cane he used to get around nowadays. Claire was surprised to see that he was smiling. Of course, there had been a time when it had been rare to see Hiro not smiling, but that had been a long time ago. He certainly hadn’t smiled in Claire’s direction since… well. Not for a long time, that was for sure.

“Hello, cheerleader,” he greeted her, a faint twinkle in his eye. He donned an old-fashioned pair of reading glasses on a chain around his neck; Claire wondered what time period they, along with his cane, were from. “It’s been a long time.”

“That’s just what I was thinking,” said Claire, for lack of knowing what else to say. If he was here, and smiling at her, he couldn’t have been angry, right? And yet, he still had every right to be angry at her for what she had, albeit indirectly, taken from him.

Hiro blinked slowly, like an old cat sitting on a windowsill. “I know I don’t have very much time left, so to speak,” he said. “I’d like to spend the end of my life… elsewhere.” He nodded toward the clock on the restaurant wall. “Before I leave, though… I just wanted to tell you, I don’t blame you.”

Claire swallowed hard, a lump rising in her throat. “You mean it?”

Hiro nodded. Taking a shaky step forward, he laid a hand on her arm.

“I never–” he broke off, biting his lip. “I don’t blame you for what happened, not anymore. I don’t think Kimiko blames you, either.”

“…What about Satoshi?” she asked quietly. “I mean, take it from me–it isn’t easy to forgive someone responsible for your parent’s death.”

Hiro was quiet for a moment. He gazed out the window at the traffic passing by in a blur. The current models of cars were much sleeker than the ones of the past; the one Claire drove now barely looked like what she would have once considered a car. However, the occasional passionate collector out there still took pride in showing off their vintage 2006 Versa.

It was easy for Claire to get caught up in her thoughts while looking out the window–she had a lot to reflect on, after all. When she finally snapped back to attention, Hiro was gone. Maybe he hadn’t known the answer to Claire’s question, or maybe he had known and it hadn’t been the answer she would have wanted. Either way, she supposed she would probably never see him again. Another of her friends gone–but now she knew that there were no hard feelings between them. That was a significant weight off her chest, at least. Standing by herself in the empty restaurant, Claire let out a long sigh and went back to wiping down tables.

*

A couple years after Peter moved into the nursing home, his health began deteriorating, and his mind along with it. Claire made sure to visit him as often as she could. Sometimes he remained in bed during these visits, but other times he got up and moved about a little. Once, as they were sitting across from each other in chairs which were surprisingly comfortable despite their metal frames, he stared at her with a tinge of confusion in his eyes. When she asked him what was wrong, he blinked at her and asked, “Where’s Nathan?”

Instantly, Claire’s heart seized up. What was he talking about? He knew Nathan had been dead for… how long had it been now, fifty years? Peter’s memory had been fine up until now–why would this happen now?

“Nathan isn’t here, Peter,” she told him, reaching out to gently squeeze his hand. “He… Peter, you know he hasn’t been around for a long time.”

Peter flinched, then shook his head like he was clearing a mental etch-a-sketch. “…Of course,” he muttered, brushing a lock of scraggly gray hair out of his eye. “Silly me. Now, what were we talking about?”

“I…” Claire gulped. “I guess we were just talking about the weather.”

“Oh, yes,” Peter said, his shoulders slumping down as he relaxed into his chair. “It’s been so cold and rainy lately… not so good for these old bones, eh?”

“Yeah,” Claire echoed flatly. “Old bones.”

This couldn’t happen, not again. It had broken her heart so much when Sandra had begun to lose her memory. She wasn’t strong enough to go through it all again, not now. Not with Peter. Apart from Gretchen and Lyle (who barely came around anymore, and rarely even answered her calls when she tried to keep in touch) Peter was all she had left. She needed him, and although she’d known for a long time that she wouldn’t have him forever, losing him like this, to a slowly deteriorating memory, would be too much for her to bear.

“Peter, take my power,” she told him, tightening her grip on his hand. “I know you don’t want to live forever. Neither do I, Peter, I just… I need you to take it, okay?”

She expected him to resist, to shake his head, to calmly explain why he couldn’t do that. Instead, he smiled vacantly and nodded.

“Of course, Claire,” he said. “Anything for you.”

He closed his eyes for a moment, and when he opened them again, his eyes, which had grown clouded with age, were as bright and clear as they’d been decades ago. A shaky breath spilled out of Claire’s mouth, and she wiped tears from her eyes that she hadn’t even realized had been there. Peter smiled–not a vacant smile this time, but one that spread throughout his face and lit up the room. Then he glanced down at Claire’s hand, still clamped tightly around his own, and his mouth quirked into a frown.

“This… this can’t be forever, alright?” he murmured. “I’ll keep your power for as long as you need me to, Claire, but it can’t be forever.”

Claire nodded, keeping the smile on her face even though tears still pricked at her eyes. “Just until…” She swallowed hard. “Just until I’m ready.”

That was, of course, a lie. She would never, ever be ready to lose Peter. She hadn’t been ready to lose anyone. She didn’t think it was possible to be ready for that. At least with Peter, though, she got a bit of extra time. That was something, right? But however much extra time it was, it would never be enough.

*

For the next few years, Peter remained in good health. Julian grew fast, as children often did, and every time Natalie and Victor sent Claire a new photo of him she was shocked by how big he was getting. Her work life continued on without much conflict or change, providing a refreshing counterbalance to how fast other aspects of life moved. A few of her best workers retired, and she hired some new people to replace them, but other than that nothing of note happened regarding the restaurant.

Lyle dropped by to visit a couple times, which was nice even though he never stayed long. He’d settled down in a small town near the California border; Claire asked him if she could visit him there sometime and he replied that he’d rather she didn’t. She had half a mind to ask him if he’d move to Costa Verde so he wouldn’t have to drive across the state to visit her, but moving house was such an ordeal, and it would be a lot to ask of him, especially at his age. Once, he and Claire drove across town to the cemetery to visit their parents’ graves. As they stood next to each other in a moment of uncomfortably silent contemplation, Claire cleared her throat and tried to come up with something to say.

“It… it’s been a while, hasn’t it?”

“What, since Mom and Dad died?” Lyle but his lip, brow furrowing. “Yeah, what’s it been... thirty, forty years?”

“I guess so,” Claire mumbled. “Time really does fly, doesn’t it?”

“Well, for most of us,” he said with a sideways glance at Claire. “Not for you. Shit, Claire, you still look like a college student, you can’t go complaining about the passage of time!”

Claire clenched her jaw, eyes narrowing. “Excuse me?”

“I mean, look at you,” he continued, taking a cigarette pack out of his pocket and lighting one up. “You’re coming up on eighty and you’ve got no gray hairs, no wrinkles, perfect eyesight and hearing, no arthritis, nothing! You’ve got nothing to complain about!”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Claire demanded. “I may not be aging, but I have to watch everybody else grow old and die around me–including you! That’s not lucky, Lyle, that’s… that’s…” She broke off as her voice wavered and tears welled up in her eyes. “Damn it, I don’t want to fight you about this. Just trust me, it’s not lucky, okay?”

Lyle fixed her with a cold stare as he took a drag of his cigarette. Claire hated to think about the state his lungs must have been in by now. It was a miracle he was even still alive. Regardless of his smoking habit, though, he probably wouldn’t be alive for too much longer. Why he would resent Claire for that fact, though, was beyond her. She was fairly certain he was still at least somewhat religious. Wouldn’t he want to be able to see Noah and Sandra in the afterlife? She knew she did–or would–if such a thing existed.

“Whatever,” Lyle muttered after a minute. He stuffed his hands in his pockets and shuffled away, leaving Claire standing alone among the gravestones.

*

A few days later, Claire got a call from a frantic-sounding Natalie. At first Claire thought it was something to do with Julian again (he was nearly five now, and apparently still quite a handful for his parents). However, Claire quickly realized that this was not the case.

“H-he was fine at first,” Natalie sobbed. “Then Jules hugges him, and suddenly he started coughing, and… and it was like all of a sudden, he’d forgotten where he was! I don’t understand–Dad’s been so healthy these past few years, I don’t know what happened!”

Claire sucked in a breath. She knew exactly what had happened, of course, but she didn’t think her cousin would be too happy if she told her.

“How is he?” she asked, holding herself back from jumping to the worst possible conclusion.

“The nurse said he’s likely not going to come out of it… oh, god, Claire, I just don’t get it!” Natalie said again. “His eyes, they just… just clouded up, and he fell back into his bed… I don’t know why–”

“Hey, hey, it’s okay,” Claire assured her even though it was blatantly untrue. “Just take a few breaths, try to calm down. How bad is he?”

“I… it’s bad, Claire,” she whimpered. “You should probably come up to see him soon–while you still can.”

Natalie didn’t have to tell her twice. After ending the call, Claire grabbed her keys off the counter and her coat of the hanger. Just as she was about to head out the door, though, she stopped and looked over her shoulder to the living room. Gretchen was asleep on the sofa (she’d fallen asleep while reading, which seemed to happen more and more often nowadays) and Claire didn’t want to wake her, but she knew Gretchen would be worried if she woke up to find Claire gone without explanation. Claire grabbed a post-it note off the kitchen counter and scribbled down a note that read:

“Going to NY to visit Peter. Be back soon. Love you, Gretch.

She taped the note to the refrigerator and bent down to kiss her sleeping wife on the forehead before heading out the door.

Claire got to New York by midday. As she pulled up in front of the nursing home and hopped out of the car, she saw Victor’s truck parked nearby–he and Natalie must have been there as well. Sure enough, they were there visiting with Peter when she walked in (Julian wasn’t with them; they must have left him with a babysitter). Peter was lying in bed, eyes closed. There was a beeping machine next to him that he was hooked up to, and a nurse hovering nearby monitoring the readings. Somebody else was in the room as well–somebody Claire had gone out of her way to avoid seeing for a long time. He looked up at her when she walked in the room, and as they locked eyes, a cautious smile spread over his face and he gave her a sort of half-wave.

“Hello, Claire,” Sylar said amicably.

Claire immediately tensed up. She knew that Sylar was no longer the man she knew him as; she knew he’d grown and changed since then and was a nice, well-adjusted person now. She could accept that, but that didn’t mean she had to personally forgive him for everything he’d put her and her friends and family through. She certainly didn’t want to see him now. Still, she knew Peter and Sylar were close, and it would be rude to tell him to leave… gulping, Claire suppressed a shudder and returned Sylar’s wave with a strained smile.

“He’s been like this for a few hours now,” Natalie murmured as she stroked Peter’s arm. His loose-hanging skin was nearly translucent, with a snaking pattern of veins visible underneath. “I don’t know if he’s going to wake up.”

Head swimming with emotion, Claire pulled up a chair and sat down next to Peter’s bedside. She observed the faint rise and fall of his chest, and the way his eyelids fluttered slightly. She wondered if he was dreaming. If so, what fantasies could have been filling his head? At his side, his fingers twitched; Claire reached out and took his hand. It was limp and frail, terrifyingly so, but it still felt warm in her grip–a reassurance presence, just as Peter had always been to her.

“You were right, you know,” she whispered. “Life after high school… it did get a lot better.”

And now it’s getting worse again, she thought but didn’t say. Just in case he could hear her, she didn’t want to say anything that would worry him–or the other people in the room, for that matter. Her life, like any other, had ups and downs. Now, though, she didn’t see how things were going to get any better ever again. Her heart ached when she looked at her uncle lying there, unmoving, and yet there were no tears in her eyes. She wasn’t sure why–she wanted to cry. She should have been crying, but she didn’t. She kept waiting for him to wake up and sat something, some kind of last words. Instead, he just lay there, and she just sat there staring at him. She wasn’t sure exactly how long she sat there, but eventually, the beeps coming from the machine gradually grew quieter and then finally stopped as a final shaky breath exited his lips.

Natalie let out a sob and turned to cry into Victor’s shoulder. Sylar sucked in a breath, pushed his chair back away from the bed, and got up and left without a word. He awkwardly patted Natalie on the shoulder on the way out, but he left Claire alone altogether. Claire appreciated that, at least. In her grip, the heat seeped out of Peter’s hand.

She squeezed his hand harder as it grew cold. Come on, she thought desperately, take my power. I don’t care if it’s what you want or not, just take it! Nothing happened. Peter was completely unresponsive. He was gone. And still, no tears came to Claire’s eyes. She just gripped his hand, tighter and tighter, as though doing so might rekindle his pulse. The nurse placed a hand on her arm and murmured something that Claire didn’t really hear. She couldn’t process anything except for the hand in her grasp. All the warmth was drained from it now. It was so lifeless, utterly and completely lifeless. For a moment it was like it was forty years ago all over again, and Claire was standing in the living room hearing about her father’s death over the phone. She drew in a shaky breath, stood up from her chair, and let go of Peter’s hand. As it fell limply onto the bed, Claire exhaled and then finally broke down in tears.