#feat. noah

[romxnticss]

who: closed starter for @thewriter-noah​ what: “hahahah we haven’t really talked since i confessed my eighth grade love for you” where: Mac’s apartment

With everything else going on, Mackenzie had almost forgotten about his drunken confession to Noah at the Pit. Or at least, he’d tried to forget it. He didn’t think he’d feel so vulnerable about it nearly ten years later, but he’d liken the feeling to being open on an operating table for everyone to see. His face still warmed when he thought about it, his hands still clammed up, his voice still shook. It was like being twelve all over again, without the buffer of however many shots the Russells had poured him the night it all came spilling out. Knowing that Noah didn’t remember that initial night brought some comfort to him, at least things hadn’t been as catastrophic as he’d thought. But where exactly did that leave them now? It wasn’t as if they could just... go back to the way things were before, right? 

So maybe Mackenzie hadn’t really thought all of that through when he invited Noah to hang out. Maybe he’d just thought about how much he missed his former best friend, and how much time they had to make up for. That is, if they even still got along. “So um- you’re still doing the whole writing thing, huh? That’s pretty cool...” 

[romxnticss]

who: closed starter for @thewriter-noah​ what: clarissa said honesty hour and mac said i took that personally  where: the Pit

“C’mon, dude, I’m fine! Just one more shot!” If Mackenzie Walsh wasn’t so drunk, maybe he’d be able to count how many shots he’d already had. If you asked him he’d insist it’d only been two, three tops, though it was now leaning closer to the double digits. Noah fucking Russell had been the one to cut him off, which was so fucked up considering their history. Didn’t Noah remember all the good times they’d had? Why would he do this to him? “It’s like- remember that time we stole vodka from Leo? I feel like that. So good, you know? And I wanna keep it up.” 

[romxnticss]

AOL: holymacandroll & NoahFence

holymacandroll: hey...

holymacandroll: can I ask you something?

[elainefm]

who: closed starter for @thewriter-noah​​ what: elaine trying to be nice since she accidentally outed her fake relationship to all of zev’s friends and maybe she has a little bit of a heart where: the den

Elaine was ready to kill whoever had let her drink so much the night before. Where could a girl find a bunch of hungry pigs at a time like this? She’d set herself up in the den, as far away from any harsh light as she could get. For hangover purposes and appearance ones alike. Especially not after she’d woken up with lake water in her hair and mascara still crusted to her eyelashes. Rough morning. She’s nursing her coffee as close as her hangover when Noah enters the room, and she has to resist the urge to say the first snarky thing that comes to her mind. After all, she had outed her “relationship” with Zev to all their friends, and as his “girlfriend” she should at least try to be civil with his friends, right? Besides, he was Casey’s brother, and that had to mean something. “Hey... wanna watch the most not lame movie the Hargroves have?” 

[dvckies-archived]

closed starter — @noahshreds​

“quick, i need you!” duckie burst out, appearing from behind a corner after spotting noah from the corridor. there was a bit of a chaotic look in her eye that she didn’t even try to hide, but that was hardly surprising given her approach. she took noah’s hand and ducked into a space under the nearby stairs, lowering her voice just a bit. “cancel your plans for the night, because the coolest chick in my new film studies class just rolled me the most beautiful blunt and i want to share it with the most beautiful babe,” she mused, going up onto her tippy-toes and back down to punctuate her sentence. “she hands it to me, i see you not two minutes later... shit, it’s meant to be, shreds.”

[romxnticss]

@thewriter-noah​

​Once Mac had decided on something, there was little that could change his mind. Today, for instance, he’d decided that he was pioneering the best stay at home movie day of all time, so off to Cinemaniacs it was. The walk there had helped clear his mind a bit, though he had to actively work on pulling himself out of his own thoughts with every step. He’d let his mind wander a little too far as he stepped into Cinemaniacs, breezing right past Noah and over to the wide selection of movies to choose from. He spent a while carefully selecting the playlist for the day and by the time he walked up to the counter twenty minutes had passed and he was carrying a stack of tapes all the way up to his chin.  

Surprise crosses his features when he registers the person behind the counter as Noah, a friendly smile finding it’s way to his lips as he sets everything down. “Sorry man, I guess I zoned out on my way in- didn’t see you there,” he shrugs as he leans against the counter, patiently waiting to be rung up, “How have you been- you know, since the other night?” 

[nathaliedeekes-archive-blog]

✗

send me ✗ for my muse to fall on yours and land on top of them

“No, no, I can do it,” Nathalie insisted, though stumbled a few moments later, still somehow managing to stay upright. “I’m not losing this bet: fifteen dollars if I can make it around this jacuzzi five times without falling and busting my ass.” For a sober person, this probably would have seemed like a simple feat, but for Nat, after downing almost half a bottle of some sort of cinnamon whiskey, she’d sped way passed seeing double and was well on her way to triple. So far Nathalie had managed three rotations and was about to start her fourth when a gust of wind caused, at first, a slight wobble which eventually ended in Nathalie losing her balance completely and because the universe really wanted to prove to brunette the dangers of drinking and taking stupid bets, her balance shifted towards the outside towards another person instead of towards the water. Landing with a thud, on top of another person no less, Nathalie couldn’t help but laugh. “Oh my God, I am so sorry,” she laughed as she moved to sit up, “If it makes you feel better I totally just lost fifteen bucks.”