#noah: 01

[drquinnfabray]

@thenoahxpuckerman

There was something about Founder's Day that Quinn found charming. Perhaps it was the nostalgia of it all. She remembered events like this when she was a girl and again when she was a teenager. This was the first one that she was attending since being back in town. Somehow she'd missed the last one. It was comforting to see that not much had changed. The booths and owners had their rotations, but a lot of the items offered were the same. She browsed the books, the sweet treats and even had a look at the pets from the animal shelter. She wished she had the time to devote. The blonde was lost in her own thoughts and not paying attention to where she was going when she ran head on into someone else.

"Oh! I'm so sorry. I wasn't looking where I was..." Quinn trailed off when she gained her bearings and looked up at the person she had ran into, "...going." The words died on her tongue along with any coherent thoughts. It was only for a brief second before Quinn composed herself; masking any emotion that she may have felt. "Hey... I didn't know that you were back in town."

[rowanxaubri]

collared | noah & rowan

Most people she was nervous about meeting again.  Noah was not most people - and probably hadn’t been since the first day they met at Moon Dance.  It was a friendship that had formed so organically that he was one of the few people she could say she loved - out loud, even.  The reaper’s visits back home were always looked forward to, bright spots on bleak horizons while her father went through chemo and she struggled to get her Bachelor’s degree.

He was the only one who had any inkling of how her return to the Institute might go - he’d certainly destroyed enough grant applications that she’d had to be sneaky to finally get it to the school.  Rowan knew that the news of her arrival on the island would get back to him, knew it wouldn’t be long until she saw him on the other side of the bars of her cell.  The temptation to launch herself at him was tamped down, the newly minted slave instead swallowing the emotions that threatened to boil over to make a snarky remark instead.

“Sorry all of your efforts to avoid this sight were unsuccessful.  But hey, even with the tiny tits, I still wear the crap out of this lingerie, right?  And the collar?  Super convenient for breath play, can’t wait.”

@noahwrightx​

[rowanaubri]

If anyone were to ask, Rowan would swear she wasn’t a workaholic.  And she wasn’t, at least not typically.  But it felt like she was right on the cusp of a breakthrough on her C.A.R.M.A. pet project with Metahuman genes and how they were passed down, which meant that ... other things might have fallen by the wayside.  Like returning text messages, or eating before her stomach started to rebel and she started to feel lightheaded.  Or managing to make it to her bed before she passed out face first into a pillow, opting instead for the couch.

Likely it was the only reason she was roused by the knocking on the door of her apartment, groaning as she rolled off the couch and directly onto the floor.  “Oooow.”  Well, that was certainly one way to wake her up without caffeine.  Limping to the door thanks to the direct attack to her knees by the floor, she checked the peephole and sighed before opening the door, looking half-dead with bags under her eyes large enough to smuggle small diamonds.

“No, you can’t jack my TV again, Noah.  They’ve already replaced it twice and I haven’t even been working here for six months.  Next time they’re going to take it from my paycheck.”

@noahxwright​

[heyxmissxjude]

the clover | noah & jude

It was a damn good thing that Jude was a relatively high energy person.  Most people would probably drop from exhaustion with the rounds that she made with each visit to the island.  But considering her return was permanent meant that emotions were running a little higher than was typical.  It was a relief to walk into the Clover and take a few minutes to herself, pouring herself a glass of mead as she simply sat at the bar, feet propped up on it as if she owned the place - which she did - and surveyed the empty space.  As much as she loved the club when it was bustling and busy, these quiet moments were a balm.  Even if they were disturbed by the sound of keys in the door, and familiar thoughts.

Smiling, she swirled the drink in her glass with a couple of rotations of her wrist, not even looking up when she was no longer alone.  “You know, my darling,” she began, pausing to take a thoughtful sip from her glass as she grinned up at Noah.  “I am very aware that either you or Magnus would have let me know if your management had burned the building down in my absence, but there’s nothing quite like verifying it in person, is there?”

@noahwrightx​

[guadalupexperez]

@andrcmedax​:

It had been a while since he had joined H.A.M.E.R. and so far, he kept to the background. Noah was a man of a few words and rather observed, prowled and jumped, than to walk in without thinking. He had wondered many times if it was just his personality or as a result of his childhood. The same conclusion always followed soon after: it didn’t matter. It had become reality regardless. For all the pain that he had endured, there were some silver linings. His ability to hold back, think, observe and analyze had gotten himself in the organization that was going to help him achieve his goals. He was an intelligent man and knew how to gather information and how to use that information. As such, he was working on intel on some metahumans and write the manual on how to best negate them.

The room was quiet, there was no music or chatter to keep him company and he didn’t quite mind that. The silence was, however, interrupted by the echoing sounds of the metal door sliding open. Noah didn’t immediately look up to see who it was. In fact, he hardly responded at all. He carefully finished the current bit, before sitting up and turning around to look.

It had been a particularly anger-fueled day for Guadalupe.  To be fair, most days were fueled by her ire.  But between half of her staff at the restaurant falling ill, customers who thought she cared about their very wrong opinion of her food, and a few late deliveries - yeah, she was fired up.  Once she’d closed up (a few hours late, yet another source of rage), she’d headed directly to H.A.M.E.R. headquarters to blow off some steam in the training room.  

A couple of hours of sparring and practicing with her throwing knives had helped to calm her somewhat, though she was eager for nightfall to find some Meta to take out the rest of her anger on.  The lounge was suspiciously quiet as she entered to grab a couple of bottles of water and make up a snack, tendrils of hair sticking to the back of her sweaty neck.  Only then did she notice Noah, though it was clear he was working on something.  For the most part, she knew better than to interrupt a Tinkerer at work.  So she gulped down one bottle, digging through the fridge for ingredients she’d stuck in there before training.  “You hungry, stud?” she asked as she realized the man had finally acknowledged her presence.