#jesper and noah thread.

[inkshadow]

"you're the one talking about how expensive bras are." he shrugs it off, knowing that fish won't bite if you force their hand ( fin? ). the good news is that in the midst of their bickering, jesper's returned to a relatively normal state. certainly not one their friends are going to question because something about him felt off. walking over to the mirror, he gives himself one final look over before rolling his eyes and tossing her bra back in her direction. "not a hardship. if anything, it'll probably make them less suspicious since we're still buddy buddies after this." either way, he already got what he wanted out of this: to see noah totally flushed despite not actually getting the lovely opportunity to be inside her. "you ready? i'm gonna open the door back up in like two minutes so you might wanna put your bra on by then." or not, he won't complain.

“pay me for it?” that’s a little excessive, isn’t it? especially when she could easily pluck any number out of thin air and he likely wouldn’t know otherwise. unless he bought things like this for fallon but she doesn’t know much about the nature of their relationship nor does she care. “and what would i do with those, huh? burn them?” her nose scrunches up a bit as she considers jesper’s words. he’s right, it would be a bit of hassle but — “what? meeting up with me is such a hardship? ouch.” isn’t actually offended because she’d have to care for it to matter, therefore it doesn’t. “what do you need it for anyway? or are you a memento taker? because that’s disgusting, by the way.”

[inkshadow]

continued for @sunliights from the source

"okay, when?" if anything, didn't that statement alone just prove his point? that she's so aggravated at jesper to the point of wanting to get back at him? another almond popped into his mouth, the male listens ever so careful amidst his chewing, the corners of his lips in a shit-eating smirk. "awww so you found a nice guy? you're gonna fucking eat him alive, noah. that guy's not gonna wanna go out with you again. or, well, maybe. you two did fuck on the first date — that says a lot." he totally ignores the statement about not everything being about him. he agrees. he wants this bit of conversation to be all about her.

[wh0refornikolailantsov]

please consider...... angsty fic where Jesper is in a gunfight and actually gets shot for once. it might only be in the side but just the sudden panic he'd get of realising he's not invincible and Y/N did a whole freaking out and leaving before this could happen. Y/N being scared for good reason..... waking up with Y/N at his bedside????????

For One Last Good Night With You - Jesper Fahey

Content Warnings: Angst. Canon Compliant Violence, Threat And Injury. Explicit Language. Not Beta/Proof Read.

It was such a ridiculous fight. Jesper couldn't have been more convinced that there was nothing less worthy of arguing over than this. But argued about it you did. You had damn near lost your mind trying to make him understand and he just couldn't fathom it.

Did you doubt him? Because every ounce of concern you had, every fear you expressed, it sounded like you thought he couldn't handle himself. It sounded like a dismissal of his capabilities. He couldn't hear it. He couldn't even indulge it. Jesper Fahey, for all his gambling debt, and all the reasons to doubt the facts, might not consider himself lucky, but invincible? That he was sure of.

Jesper spent his days feeling like nothing could touch him, because nothing had. Every job with Kaz, he might have barely made it out of so many of them, but he made it out. He has been out gunned more times than he can count and he left without a thread of his jacket torn, while others did not have that courtesy of that.

Although your concern for him was moving at first, the way you were so clearly worried about him coming home, from what you considered an unnecessarily dangerous job, the amusement he had at it slipped away when he saw just how serious you were. You were worried. Worried so deep and so true that you tried your best to dissuade him from this job, and that should have told Jesper something. But what it told him was you doubted his ability to handle himself. It showed a lack of faith in him. That was so far from the truth, but Jesper wasn't able to see that. Not while you're telling him over and over that you cannot handle the idea of him not coming home. All he could wonder is when had he ever given you cause to doubt him? When had he ever not come back to you? Why did you doubt him?

You had wanted him to see the insanity in the plan, in the odds, not doubt himself. You had tried every type of reasoning you could think of to help Jesper see that you believed in him, but you were scared, and you had all the reasons in the world to be. Something felt wrong here, something felt off and miscalculated and you couldn't explain it, but you were scared for him, scared for him in a way you haven't been before. You wouldn't call yourself superstitious, but you felt it in your bones like a bad omen and you didn't know how to make him see. And the more you tried, the less he heard, the more he seemed determine to prove himself, determined to throw himself into the line of fire. So you walked out.

You walked out into The Barrel without another word because each word seemed to just make more problems than the last and you could not push him even further into this. You had to get out of that argument and that room before you completely broke down. You couldn't change his mind and all your trying seemed to make it worse, so you had to leave. You had to get far away from those words and that feeling, and you had to just hope, hope and saints maybe even pray that Jesper could be lucky this time. Even if luck was not something you believed in, that anyone in The Barrel really believed in. You just hoped that maybe it was enough.

He had been too distracted, and he had been too cocky and the mixture of both on his shoulders are a too dangerous mix for this evening, for this plan, for the eight men he counted as seven.

The bullet landed in the higher side of his left shoulder, and the pain is not remotely close to the shock that hits Jesper with the same force of the bullet. He actually let himself get hit, he hasn't gone that before. He has never felt the way the bullet tears through muscle upon entry and again on exit. The shot is clean and barely hits him low enough to do more than graze, but the blood dripping down on his ruffled shirt is very real and the pain is not something he can ignore.

"Jesper?" Comes Inej's voice from the dark, but his vision is swimming and blurred to the point where he cannot tell if Inej is being her shadow like self or if he is losing consciousness.

He cannot remember a time in his life when his breathing has been this shallow, this laboured, this difficult. He knows it's panic, at least a part of him knows it, but the bigger part of him right now is screaming inside his head. This cannot be how he dies. Not here. Not like this. Not leaving things the way he had with you.

"Jesper!" Inej's voice is louder now, and her hand grips his arm with such a suddenness that if Jesper was in his body he would've reacted so fiercely to. But Jesper is miles away, the pain throbbing, the panic squeezing his chest tighter with every breath, his mind with you.

Jesper thinks maybe Inej is trying to say more words but her voice is losing out against the heaviness of his breath and the sound in his head.

Not like this. Not now. Not like this.

"Please," the word falls from his lips as if every other part of his pleading had been said out loud. If Inej responds, if anyone does, Jesper doesn't hear them before he blacks out.

Fuck.

"Out of the woods? Out of the fucking woods? Brekker if I wasn't preoccupied I would ring your neck," you shout, across the slat. Nina is working her hardest on Jesper's shoulder but the pain lurches him awake. He goes to speak but Nina catches him and fixes him with a look.

"Not a word, luckshot," she tells him. "Not a damn word."

"You're assuming you could get that close to me," Kaz responds. Jesper hadn't been conscious for the Kaz the others had seen a few hours before, the Kaz who saw Jesper, no colour in his eyes, laid out and bleeding on the new rug. The Kaz who's voice wavered, who's attachments became all too clear as he nearly let his cane fall from his viper grip.

"Brekker if he died, nothing could have stopped me from ending you," you warned.

"It wasn't his fault," Inej tried, her knees pulled into her chest, head resting on them, arms wrapped tightly around them, holding herself still and together. She trusted Nina, but nearly seeing Jesper bleed out in an alleyway in The Barrel had taken it out of her. She saw Jesper as a brother, and she had already lost one of those. Kaz felt very much the same but tried to bury it under anger. Anger that fizzled out before it reached yours, it flickered in comparison to your rage.

"I told him, I told all of you," your words sound sore now, like your throat is giving way to them. Jesper knows that sound, even if he wishes he didn't. You'd been crying, and not a gentle cautious, keep yourself contained type of cry, no you had screamed your lungs raw.

He hadn't wanted to say goodbye, and you hadn't want to lose him, both the same. "Inej, Kaz, step outside please," Nina says. "I'm trying to work here and you're not helping."

Inej looks to Nina as if to ask what she had done to be sent away, but Nina just eyed back Kaz and Inej understood: she was being sent to keep Kaz calm, to not risk Kaz trying to get revenge before he'd thought everything through.

Jesper feels himself slipping again, the pain making him giveaway and he tries to speak your name before he succumbs to it, but nothing leaves his mouth, and it's just darkness again.

When Jesper wakes again, he can feel the bandage on his shoulder, he can feel how everything is back where it should be, blood staying inside his body, but it still hurts worse than any hangover. He tries to sit up but only then notices the weight on his chest. You're resting on him, you must've fallen asleep waiting for him to wake. You're exhausted, Jesper has no way to tell how long he had been out, and how long he had made you worry. A thousand different apologies climbed into his mind but not a single one would do, not a single one was good enough.

"Jes?" You mumble as you wake from the steady breathing in Jesper's chest changing to a faster pace.

"I'm awake," he tells you. You look at him and he can see that anger, the anger he had seen before he left for the job, the anger he heard you have when spitting venom at Kaz before, and it melts away.

"You scared me you asshole," you tell him, bundling the fabric of his shirt in your hands.

He places a hand delicately on the side of your face and then without the grace or cocky demeanor you're used to, he pulls you into a kiss. A kiss that tells you that he knows how close he came, how much he scared you, a kiss that tells you he is sorry and he never wants to put you through that again. "I'm sorry Ace," he whispers. A smile breaks on your lips, Ace, his lucky card, you'd always had mixed feelings on that nickname, as you did on anything he related back to gambling, but you'd never been so glad to hear it fall from his lips.

"I love you Jesper Fahey," you tell him plain. He looks back at you, and it's not that he ever doubted it, it's not that you'd never said it. It's just... Hearing it now, felt like the first time, felt like the beginning of something and the culmination of it the same.

"I love you," he says, pulling you in for another kiss, "and I'm sorry-"

"Don't be sorry, just be save... Be alive... Be here."

"Okay," he agrees. "Okay."

[uppersidedreams]

below you can find my list of drafts that i’m currently working on. i dropped about ten drafts because i was feeling extremely overwhelmed with 80+ drafts. 

alina and inej

alvez and penelope: event

aria and natasha: event

arin and ben: event

arin and mavis

ashton and lukas: event

ashton and morgan

ashton and sofia: event

bill and eddie: event

bill and richie

bill and richie: event

binx and elisabeth

binx and lux: event

binx and nick

charlie and jules

charlie and zoey: event

chuck and blair: event

chuck and jun

chuck and kaoru

chuck and lyla: event

chuck and winston

chuck and winston: event

destin and gretchen: event

destin and marshall: event

freddie and cook: event

hassan and nick: event

jack and chance: event

jack and gomez: event

james and beau: event

james and blythe

jaxton and kaz

jongwoo and dustin

julian and eddie: event

julian and edward: event

kendall and calcifer

luke and nellie

marnie thread: event

marshall and destin

micah and noah

mike and greg: event

morgan thread: event

olaf and anna: event

olaf and calcifer: event

olaf and shang chi: event

olaf and tristan: event

peter and blythe

peter and eddie: event

rey and stiles

rey and waverly

rosalie and alice

rosalie and emmett: event

ryan and ruby: event

steve and aerith

steve and dustin: event

sylvie and robin

sylvie and robin: event

wylan and inej: event

wylan and jesper

wylan and jesper: event

yelena and antonia: event

yelena and luna: event

yunlan and inej

current total: 70

in queue: 26

[inkshadow]

this was never going to work. the fact that he's boasted time and time again about the amount of chicks he's paraded in front of their group should have been telling but he supposes if people believe hard enough, they might get what they want. admittedly, up to this point, noah's the only one that's managed to keep up with his sass. "mmm — fuck, you're so tight." the sight of her rosy cheeks has him smirking, confidence brimming as he shakes his head and whispers, "nope. harder."

open to anyone. muse: noah jackson. 25 years old. bisexual. she/her. mortician. plot: muse a and muse b are pretending to be together and sneak into a room, making loud moaning noises trying to play off like they’re sleeping together at a party then oops did you just turn me on with your moaning – why’re you looking at me like that….

“oh, baby.” slamming her hand into the wall, noah has to use her free one to cover her mouth to stifle a giggle. their friends have been trying to get them together for the longest time and purely to get them off their back, the two decided to pretend as if they were together for a while. “r-right there.” she grins over in there direction but the second that they make eye contact her cheeks take on a rosy hue. “is this… too much?” she asks, voice quieter so to not be heard from outside.

[uppersidedreams]

i decided to make a tiny to do list that you can find below. this is more for my own organization and accountability, but feel free to ask about what i owe you if you’re curious beyond this list. for pairings that have multiple threads, they are not listed twice. everything else is in my queue !

alina and emily

alina and inej

arin and mavis

ashton and morgan

bill and richie

charlie and jules

james and blythe

jax and kaz

jongwoo and dustin

karolina starter

luke and nellie

micah and jim

micah and noah

nellie starter

rey and waverly

robin and sylvie

rosalie and alice

ryan and ruby

steve and nina

taehee and alice

ted and roy

yunlan and lux

wylan and jesper

[inkshadow]

jesper moves to the nearest wall, adjacent to the door just to let himself cool off a bit. the temperature around him is still warm, so surely that's why he is also warm all over. eyes shut and he gives them a good squeeze, breaths even as he does his best to picture as many grotesque things as possible. all in an attempt to soften him up a bit, her bra still dangling over his shoulder. "i'll pay you for it?" oh if only she knew how serious he was, especially compared to her little rhetorical. "we can arrange that, can't we? an underwear swap. you can have my boxers if you want?" he asks when he finally opens one eye, a humorous attempt at lightening the mood even more as he looks over his shoulder. "they might even be a little damp for you right at the flappy bit. giving it back would imply meeting up without the hustle and bustle of our friends outside. just let me keep it — it's the easiest thing to do."

she ought to smack him for touching her — if only because he's riling her up even more with the knowledge they're both going to leave here high and dry. her teeth grit together as she continues to attempt to keep her cool, finding it far easier when jesper retreats. she turns to look at herself in the mirror, running a figure beneath her eyes to smudge at her eyeliner. that's already basically how she wears it but she figures looking a little more messy is better. "keeping that?" she scoffs, "i don't think do. do you know how expensive bras are these days?" she doesn't know why he would know such a thing and so the question is mostly rhetorical. "i'd sooner let you keep my underwear." except, that wasn't so easy to get off without getting fully naked in front of him. "unless you're planning on giving it back?"

[inkshadow]

"you still haven't answered me. you're the one that made it weird that i brought up being friends in the first place and now it's my fault that i think you don't want it? evidence points to what you want, noah." he doesn't even actually attempt at gaslighting at all; if she was going to consider it weird in the first place then why even bother? eyes roll and he turns to start heading towards the front door. he's not going to stay where he's not wanted, which unfortunately is most places he's visited lately. "fine - have fun with your rebound."

"and you pick pussy over a friend?" noah doesn't know why that surprises her. it shouldn't. she knew what she was getting into with jesper and she knew herself it would only ever end in disaster. as cool as she tries to play it, casual isn't much her thing. gets a bit too needy and she knows that's not the kind of thing that goes over well with guys like him. "it was one date, you don't need to have me married and shacked up with babies already." one date she isn't actually sure will go anywhere now that her date seen jesper coming in as he was slipping out. "but yeah, fucking go. you're ruining my night."

[inkshadow]

"you keep barking about weird it is for a friendship, rejecting every time i've called you one so what the fuck am i supposed to do with that?" he doesn't exactly know what she wants; a simple sleeping arrangement is now far more complicated than he anticipated or was really hoping for. jesper is here to get a clue as to whether that arrangement was going to be compromised by the introduction of this new bozo but clearly, he missed the mark in asking the wrong question. "fine, i'll happily fuck off. sounds like you've got someone else anyways."

“i don’t!” and noah doesn’t, she doesn’t much care what he thinks. she just wants him to think she’s getting something better than what they’ve had going on. at how quickly jesper his statement she freezes, staring at him openly for a moment. eventually she kicks back into gear and crosses her arms over her chest, bristling. “oh, is that right?” she chokes out a bit of a laugh, her head shaking. “well, if we’re not friends then you can fuck off then, right? there’s no reason for you to be here unless you want something?”

[inkshadow]

"it's only bad timing if there's something going on here that i don't know about. why do you care about my opinion of the guy anyways?" maybe she doesn't but depending on how she sees this, his opinion of her date shouldn't really matter. it's just unfortunate ( perhaps ) for noah that jesper only really came in to stroke his own ego. "then we're not friends." the statement falls a bit too easy off his lips, practiced over years and years of burning bridges and living a life of general romantic solitude. it's fitting that his best friend up to this point was a fuckboy, not that it does him any good now that he's turned into a domestic house cat. "sounds to me like we can only pick one so... we can just fuck."

“you can come over even if we’re not fucking — i just think your timing could use a little work.” perhaps noah wouldn’t feel so put off if jesper hadn’t appeared tonight. she doesn’t feel as though she has anything to hide in being with other people but it’s somehow not quite as satisfying as she thought it would be for him to witness. “hanging out and fucking is fine and all but…” she trails off, shrugging as she tries to find the words. the words that wouldn’t suggest she’s too invested in what they have going on. “it's weird for a friendship.”

[inkshadow]

"awww thank you. i think so too," he replies just as confidently as he does everything else. she was right though - he probably wouldn't survive. someone would end up taking advantage of him for something. it seems that the only hold he has over are nice, pretty girls. "are you sure? because it sounds like that's exactly what you meant." jesper notes the way she looks away but doesn't bring her face back, instead taking the hint and taking a step backwards. "mmm i was just wondering if you had expected or wanted something more. guess i just wasn't giving you all that you needed. fine by me."

“you’re too pretty for prison,” she pouts, obviously not serious. though, she really isn’t sure how jesper would fair at such an establishment. their friendship, if one could call it that, has certainly had a bit of a shift that noah is still working out how to navigate. however, she too easily melts back into the fridge while wide eyes stay trained on him. for a moment, the edge she felt like she had over him dissolves. “i didn’t say that.” it’s only slightly breathless and she resolves that by looking away from him. “i just think that coming over after my date was a bit strange.”

[inkshadow]

now, he might not agree with all of that... jesper quite enjoyed their little arrangement. it was so consistent that it almost felt like they were dating for a little bit there. "can't afford to be locked behind bars, babes." the sudden slam of the door spooks him a bit, jesper shaking his head to right himself. "no, i don't have to be here but you never had a problem with that before. what — i can't come over anymore if i'm not having sex with you?" his body leads her back until she's pressed between him and the fridge, his hand coming up to grab her chin before kissing her deeply. "be so fucking for real."

"mhm! good for everyone." she feels the need to harp on the point since jesper has made his lack of interest in anything more than casual quite clear. which is fine. "you want to do it legally? what a bore." she stares at him for a moment before moving closer to slam the door closed. "how about you try visiting a store before you come and freeload off my groceries?" her gaze narrows. "you don't have to be here."

[inkshadow]

"good for them. and you, i guess." his ego has swelled up enough to think that maybe trying to remind her why they had their little arrangement in the first place was a nice thing between them but... did he want to start off the new year being a total jackass? or maybe he was already then. "if you find a landfill that someone can legally jump into, hit me up. i'm not doing anything this winter season," the male shrugs, now moving to rummage through her fridge for water. "god, why don't you ever stock anything good in here, noah.... you eat like a rabbit...."

"do they? i don't know, i think nice guys sometimes get the girl and have a nice life. eager to please, jesper. we had a really good time." perhaps if she keeps saying it he might actually believe her. though as it stands now noah is fully convinced that he's made up his own mind and there's no chance of her changing it. therefore, why should she even try anymore? "i didn't put the words in your mouth, you came up with that all on your own. must mean that you actually think it. would you? i'd pay to see that."

[inkshadow]

sometimes he wonders if it's more annoying for her to just ignore everything entirely, though he's aware that he can't very well do that in this circumstance without physically showing up to let her knows what she did last night. "because nice guys always finish last and the only positive thing you've said about him is that he's eager. it just sounds like the guy wanted to you fuck him," he shrugs. he understands the feeling, he supposes. "eh, i was just mimicking the guy. wasn't really hard when you practically put the words in my mouth already. i would rather dive in landfill, thanks."

“sure, jesper. that’s the reason you’re here right now. because you’re curious.” it probably is, noah can’t deny it. she only likes to rile him up and the fact that he’s shown up has given her plenty of material to work with. unfortunately for jesper. “why would you feel sorry for me? ‘cause i bagged myself a nice guy? how tragic. i’m not sure how i’ll recover from this one.” a small smirk forms on her lips but the twitch of them is one she tries to school into a serious expression. “you have quite the imagination, don’t you? did you want to try that out? see how it feels?”

[inkshadow]

"jealous? no, just morbidly curious who you managed to ensnare in your coffin this time, raven. i think you and i both know that i never plan to look for anyone." and won't for a good while. his stint with fallon was enough for a while. "terribly sorry? for me? i'm the one who feels sorry for you!" again, his ego shines through, bright and blinding in the window of a make believe church he can't step foot in. "just because i feel like you were really trying to get my attention with this one, wanting me to grovel at your feet crying out 'oh noah but you were supposed to be the one for me!'"

"like you don't have enough of it to spend," noah mutters under her breath, eyes rolling. despite all that they have been to one another she isn't sure that good pal is a category she's ever personally placed jesper into. "it is great. amazing, actually. you're not jealous are you? that i've found someone and you haven't?" because she's more than aware of the fact she'd never get him to admit to being jealous about someone else being with her. "i won't, probably. terribly sorry to put you out of commission."

[inkshadow]

"who was complaining?!" all he said was that he should've gone a bit more on his end to add to the illusion. the fact that he is going to look more fucked out than she did hurts his pride a bit, fake sex or otherwise. eyes roll, only for jesper to bite his lower lip and let his middle finger and thump pinch at the aforementioned bud. "you're right," he starts up, letting the sensation spike just for that second before letting the pad of his thumb soothe the point of contact. "good to know that you got something out of this." in no other normal circumstance would the pair be thrown together; the end goal of all this isn't lost to either one of them. his gaze lingers for a few seconds more before he finally pushes off the wardrobe, only to start undoing the top button of his jeans before picking up her bra off the floor and slinging it over his shoulder. "i'll be keeping this?"

“i can’t believe you’re complaining about how good at this i am!” noah isn’t sure if being good at fake sex is something to be proud of but if it does the job then isn’t that the goal? his friends can stop pushing him into a rebound and her friends can stop pushing her into her first relationship. “what? i think it’s nice that you got so worked up…” nice is definitely one word for it; which is why it’s paired with a little laugh. her gaze fixes back on him and his wandering hand, drawing in a sharp breath when he grazes over she sensitive bud. “i’m turned on, big deal. wouldn’t it be more insulting if i wasn’t?” she brushes her hair back from her shoulders, figuring the best way to seem confident is by not hiding the fact he’s had an impact on her.