noah elson.

the only thing you get from winning the games is survivor's guilt and ten unhealthy coping mechanisms.

[noahelson]

[lestot]

scott hunter + kip grady | 01x03

[ivc3]

[mattmurduckishot]

[joenateuser]

Brandon Flynn | via Instagram stories

[lovednknown]

shut the fuck up (flirting)

[alyssafoleyy]

tyler or noah

send me a ✁ with two names and i’ll tell you whom my muse would save.

“Neither. They're both total dickheads," she shrugged, crossing her arms. A beat. Then she rolled her eyes, sighing. "Fine. Tyler, I 'spose. He's slightly less of a dick. More like a vagina, really."

[loveforbrandonflynn]

[loveforbrandonflynn]

Brandon supporting Jordan’s new play

[loveforbrandonflynn]

[zushwood]

[jessicaojnes]

“Jesus,” she commented, watching him struggle to his feet. “You sure about that?” Jess winced as he did, feeling uncomfortable seeing his discomfort, as if she could feel it herself. Unable to deal with the slowness or the agony any longer, she moved to his side, taking his arm with both her hands. 

With a tight grip, she held him up with ease, steadying him entirely. “My place is just over there,” she nodded toward it before starting to move, stepping in tandem with him.

“I’m Jessica. Jones.” The name Noah tugged at her memory, so she put it on the backburner as they walked, trying to work out why she knew his face. “You, uh… been here long?” Perhaps he’d heard of Trish.

[noahelson]

Noah was quite possibly the only vampire to have ever suffered from withdrawals so severe he needed help standing. He almost laughed, despite it being humourless, finding himself truly pathetic. Still, he was surprised by Jessica’s strength, so much so that his eyes widened, muttering a small “fucking hell” under his breath. Impressive. He began to trudge behind her, grateful that her place wasn’t too far away. 

“Uh… not really. A couple of weeks.” He couldn’t recall the exact date, the time seemed to have blurred together. Considering he hadn’t been clean when he first found the rebels, it made sense that his memory wasn’t precise. “Have you?” The more he spoke, the more he noticed the burn in his throat. He trusted himself not to hurt anyone, as he’d never hurt anybody who didn’t deserve it, but he couldn’t ignore the way his mouth watered when Jessica’s scent hit his nose. Shaking his head, he forced himself to focus on the pain in his legs, and his own weight baring down on them. Getting clean sucked. 

[eskilddtryggvason]

“Because I’m a guru, darling. I know everything,” he replied matter-of-factly, shrugging his shoulders as he leant against Noah. “You’re unwell enough to throw up in the street and still apologise to a stranger for it. That’s definitely not your typical drunk. And trust me, I know plenty.” Eskild raised his eyebrows and his head at Noah’s response. It made his heart heavy to see someone have no self-confidence, to isolate themselves from everything and everyone good for them. “Now don’t be silly. It’s after midnight, honey. What on earth could these friends of yours be doing? If I’m not busy right now, they’re not busy.” And if there was a party and he hadn’t been invited, Eskild would make sure someone heard about it.

“Babysit, maybe not. But give you some water and a cuddle, yes. That is exactly what friends are for, ja?” Noah’s idea got more ridiculous, and Eskild tutted, waving his hand in the air. “Oh, shush, there aren’t any birds at this time of night. C’mon, kitten, if you don’t want to go see your friends, then I’ll take you home with me, greit? We can have a cute sleepover. I’m always little spoon, of course, but if you need a hug, I guess I can swap. Just for you,” Eskild reached out to pinch Noah’s nose before rising to his feet, outstretching his hand in offer. “My roommates will love you, I just know it.”

[noahelson]

“Are you? Seriously?” Noah didn’t know much about gurus, or if Eskild was even being serious, but it sounded helpful. “Maybe I should meet some of these drunks. ‘Cause I’d probably make them all look like fuckin’ saints.” The way he’d been behaving since he’d lost Ella, perhaps even before then, would surely make them look like better people. Compared to the other victors, he was one of the rare few who couldn’t even attempt to mask his trauma. He looked weak in comparison, but simultaneously showed them up for who they truly were, under the surface. It was no longer a burden he wanted to bear, but every time he attempted to make progress, the withdrawal set him back. “Uh — sleeping. They have normal jobs, they work hard. They’re in bed by ten, preparing for the next day.”

Noah was unsure whether a cuddle would help him, considering how difficult it already was for him to be in such close proximity to a human, but the company certainly sounded nice. It certainly beat going home to Casper and Effy and facing their disappointment, anyway. Strangers had less right to pass judgement in his eyes, and it was easier to forget if he fucked it up. So, for the first time that evening, he genuinely smiled. “I wouldn’t be so sure of that. If I were them, I’d kick me out the second I tried to walk through the door.” Deciding to trust Eskild despite his own words, though, Noah took the hand that was offered and allowed himself to be helped up. “You sure this is okay? ‘Cause I can find somewhere else. I don’t want your friends to have to deal with my shit too.”

[tylerposey]

Will McDonald & James Majoos as Ca$h & Darren Rivers Heartbreak High (2.04)

[jessicaojnes]

“Okay then, Mr. Mysterious,” she rolled her eyes, but she still felt no genuine irritation, considering it wasn’t her business. It made no difference to Jessica whether he shared his shit with her or not. “Um,” she glanced down at herself, trying to emphasise the fact she had nothing on her person. “Well, I don’t have that on tap, so.. I can get you some, or you could just come with me. You up for moving, or?” He’d have to be cooler inside, anyway.

She wondered whether he was assuming she’d still be around in an hour to help, and was about to correct him on that, but figured it was pointless. Surely, he’d figure that out when she disappeared. Jessica had no other plans at present though, considering she was already drunk. There was only an opportunity to get more so. So, she decided to stick around him instead. “Alright, whatever your name is. I’ll hold you to an hour. Then I’m gonna pick you up myself.”

[noahelson]

Noah wasn’t deliberately trying to present as mysterious, but he understood that some confessions were better left unsaid. He’d only just met this woman, so she didn’t deserve to be burdened by his personal tragedies. “I can move, yeah.” That didn’t mean it wouldn’t hurt, though, so Noah took a minute to prepare himself before standing. With a heavy breath, he pulled himself up, feeling as if he was underwater, with rocks tied to his ankles, dragging him down. Stepping toward her, he groaned.

“Alright, if you say so.” Noah couldn’t imagine sleeping, not with the throbbing in his temple, but perhaps hydration and a walk would help. Or tire him out enough so that he passed out. “And it’s uh -- Noah, my name. What’s yours?”

[rssehathaway]

“Have I heard of Caroline? Dude, I’m highkey terrified of her.” They’d known each other for years now, which seemed almost unbelievable. The pair weren’t significantly close, but the mutual respect was solid. “You’re Noah, right?” Without waiting for confirmation, confident she knew all the Victors, she pressed on. “You want me to get Care, or do you just want a hand there?”

[noahelson]

Despite the circumstance, Noah laughed at that, and nodded in agreement. “Yeah, I’m highkey terrified of her too. But I guess I kinda’ need that right now.” He sighed, using what little ounce of strength he had left to pull himself up. “Yeah, yeah I’m Noah. I should probably just walk to hers, though. ‘Don’t fancy getting hosed down in the middle of the street.” 

[johnnamason]

“You have nothing to be sorry for,” she replied without hesitation, staring at the house across from them, the lights streaming from the window. She wondered who was inside, and why they hadn’t come to Noah’s aid. It was likely they just hadn’t seen him, but that didn’t cross Johanna’s mind. The only thought that circled again and again was that all of the Rebels were uncaring and wouldn’t come to anyone’s aid if it didn’t directly serve them. It boiled her blood, and hardened her words. “You might be the only one here who shouldn’t be sorry.” He was just empathising, but it was important to her that Noah understood he was one of the very few she trusted, or even really liked, and wasn’t sure how else to tell him that.

She felt him move closer, and shared her weight evenly, their shoulders pressed together, bodies side by side. It was a comfort that went unsaid, just like most of their relationship, and Johanna appreciated it greatly. He really was the only reason she’d stuck around. That, and the morphine, she thought candidly.

“Fuck that,” she spat without reservation, shaking her head in fury at his response. Couch surfing was never fun, whether it was with a good friend or not. The offer almost always had an expiry date, and you just felt like a burden in the meantime. The fact he had no other immediate options wasn’t okay with her. “The Capitol took everything from us, everything,” she started up, arms untangling from her legs to gesture in the air. “But this squadron of fucking sheep get to have a roof over their heads, sleeping soundly, while you’re on someone else’s couch, or out on the damn street?! I don’t fucking think so.” Suddenly, she was up, pacing in front of him. It wasn’t hard for her to make him an offer, believing it would serve them both well. “I got assigned a place a few weeks ago, to give me hope apparently. A ‘sense of belonging’, whatever the fuck that means. It’s basically a fucking halfway house right now, I’ve barely stepped foot in there, but I want you to stay there. Noah, stay with me.”

[noahelson]

Noah sighed in content, feeling the warmth of her skin against his. He instantly relaxed, and although the nausea and ache for blood were still present, it was much more manageable with Johanna beside him. He’d always been co-dependent, and now was a shining example of that. Still, she didn’t seem to mind. He glanced down at the floor, and smiled, just for a moment. He couldn’t believe how lucky he was to have found her again. And sure, it was different now, but the solidity of their relationship remained. 

Noah raised his eyebrows at her sudden burst of anger, although he was more than used to her displays of irritation. They’d been in the Capitol together, after all. In fact… he actually found it kind of hot. “You’re right, they did,” he muttered in quick agreement, his first thought obviously being his sister. That was the biggest loss he’d been forced to endure, and that was a result of the Capitol. They were sick. Noah only wished he’d been there, to see them fall. It was the least they deserved after taking Ella’s life. He didn’t understand how that translated to the rebel’s not providing him with a house yet, figuring it fair since he wasn’t a part of them, but he nodded all the same. Caroline had promised to try her best, but said she couldn’t guarantee how soon a single would be ready, whether he needed it or not. Perhaps Johanna did have a point.

“Wait… you want me to move in with you? Like permanently?” He frowned in confusion, clearly not expecting her offer. When Effy had said he could stay, it had been made evident straight away that it was only temporary. Living with Olive had been like living in prison. He’d never had a safe, secure place to land since losing his family. Nobody had ever cared enough about him to offer. But with Johanna? Perhaps he could have that again. Halfway house or not, together they could make it a home. Noah suddenly felt extremely shy, and his eyes welled up slightly, looking away in an attempt to hide it. “Okay. Okay, yeah. I’d like that.”