#noahpara

[thornstocutyouwith]

for  an  uncooperative  starter .

starter call 2.0

“Is that an order?” Noah questioned before turning his head away. No way in hell was he going to follow it. Not because he was just blatantly never cooperative with others. But because it was a stupid plan. Which is why he didn't prefer to leave the thinking to ...these guys. They always came up with the worst plans. He had to question why he even still worked for this group, with how incompetently it was ran. He should have just split and taken half the group with him. The half that could be molded into a much more sufficient gang than the one they were currently toiling with. But, he supposed that this sort of thing happened when the original boss took a bullet to the dome.

He was growing discontent with being the hitman, the cleaner, the only one to say 'no' to the stupid plans. He didn't want to be the head of the stack, of course. But gangs these days were either ran by the weakest little pissants, or some other piece of shit, many of which couldn't even spill blood. One such gang he had heard of, was that the two leaders were too busy fucking each other, rather than actually, you know, running their gangs. The only thing they did was run their gangs into the ground, allowing for a hostile takeover by some twerpy accountant, who at least knew how to fire a gun.

Noah exhaled “I'm going to have to decline-” Motivated by the memory, and his plans, he suddenly pulled out a gun shooting the only two other men in the room in the head before aiming the gun at the other in front of him. Backing up he locked the door behind him, before moving forward, soon enough pressing the silencer attached to his gun to the other's forehead “How about this. I run the gang now, but, you pretend you are, and you can keep your pretty little head, hole-free. Hm? How do you like that?” Glancing over, he could hear more noises, a few shots fired, his 'half' currently subduing the other half.

[wrongeddeadthenevermourned]

Original reply here. @marvelslegacies

Frowning a little bit, Jason watched the other, looking, just for a moment, child-like as the other was talking about Greg. Then he quickly replaced the look with a more grown up look, as grown up as a eighteen year old could look talking about aliens and theme parks "Ah-" His mind racing, there was something about Greg, something he was forgetting "Yeah! Those god damn lizard people! Running around underground! Greg never got it! He just wants to talk about horror movies. Like, what about Space horror dude? --He's not the biggest fan of cosmic horror!"

"Maybe H.P. Lovecraft was onto something-MAYBE, the Elder Gods are real and planning their invasion through Disneyland!" His eyes shifting, Jason can still feel this nagging in his head about Greg "What-if…That's why everything's so fucked now?! Look at the cost of milk!?" He exclaimed, then blinked as the other called him a genius, swallowing thickly before grinning "Of course I am!" Greg, the other's on the Ghostface sites, they underestimated him, told him to wait before killing, that he wasn't ready.

But he was! He…he proved it already "You go to Disneyland, it's over man. You are being converted to a god damn lizard man. That's it." Jason continued, trying to not think too much about Greg, or the other stuff for that matter.

[wxldheartx]

@invcntions​ Noah hadn’t known exactly what the night would bring when he decided to go out, only that he needed something. So he went out alone, chuffed sneakers, jeans that clung to his body, and a dash of recklessness. Sinema was already in full swing by the time he made it inside, neon lights flashing and loud music thumping throughout the club. The place was full, people everywhere, but Noah couldn’t shake the feeling of being alone. It was the first time he’d come by himself, but it was who that wasn’t with him that pushed Noah here on his own tonight. Before his mind could delve into a rabbit hole of thinking, he swallowed down a shot and pressed his way towards the dance floor. Yeah, Noah wasn’t sure what he needed: something or to get something out.

He let himself, half made himself, get lost in the music. Noah wasn’t much of a dancer, but the place was filled with college kids like himself. It was more about energy, bodies pressing together, than actual skill. He didn’t dance with anyone in particular, just moved with the music and with the crowd.

It could have been ten minutes or an hour later when Noah finally spotted him. Finn. There’d been no guarantee that the other would show up, but it would be a lie to say it wasn’t what Noah was planning for, hoping for. No, it wasn’t some grand scheme, and even he couldn’t pick apart all the reasons of the ‘why’. Why he was here, why he now began dancing with another guy, why he wanted Finn to see. All of that to encompass the why Noah had had this feeling much too close to jealousy burning inside him since two days before, since he’d seen Finn too close to that girl, too taken with whatever joke she made, too interested in someone that wasn’t him.

Noah didn’t know if Finn had seen him yet, but he would. His own force of will was determined of that. So, once again Noah made himself get lost in everything, and this time with a partner. The other guy was around his age, tall, and had one hand lingering near Noah’s waist as they moved together. Noah didn’t know his name, didn’t care, mind wholly occupied by the one he hoped was watching him now.

[wxldheartx]

closed starter for @deadromantcs​

There’s a very distinct sound coming from the back bedroom as Noah comes inside the apartment. It’s a thud, thud, thud, like something slapping, making contact. It’s a distinct sound, except he can’t quite figure it out - other than it’s something he knows, something he’s heard a hundred times. He slumps off his bag in the living room, toeing off his shoes too. It’s already late into the evening, and he wants nothing more than some time to himself to relax. He’s half to his own room when he remembers, immediately heading for his roommate’s room.

“Hey, Jax, do you still have my compu---” And it’s then that Noah realizes the answers to both of his questions. Yes, Jax still definitely has his computer, as it’s hooked up to the TV in the room and playing a video. And that video is the familiar sound. AKA probably his most watched porn video that he’d saved on his computer. Shit. “What are you doing??” He asks, tone half bewilderment and half terror. Noah feels his cheeks turn pink, watching as his video, his fantasy, plays out on the screen. It’s a sub - a guy who doesn’t resemble himself at all (except it definitely does), tied up and blindfolded. Two other guys are toying with him, both spewing filthy words that makes the sub whine. And then there’s that familiar thud, thud, thud. It’s one of the guys, fucking into the sub at a rough pace, skin slapping together to make the sound.

Noah feels his breath catch in his throat, his body start to react despite himself. He can’t find any other words to say, staring blankly, mouth open, at the picture on the screen. “Do you like being used like this little boy?” One of the guys ask. And the brunette knows the answer before the sub even reacts, the whole thing practically memorized in his mind. The answer is a short moan, then a gurgle of noises as the other guy pushes his cock in his mouth. It continues on, but Noah can’t look away. Because that would mean facing his roommates, and how the hell is he supposed to do that? “I....I...” he starts but can’t get anything else out.

[wxldheartx]

closed for @stcnefruit

Coming into his dorm room, Noah wasted no time in kicking off his shoes, throwing down his backpack, and locking the door behind him. He’d been working on research for a paper for the last several hours, and was more than ready for a break. Admittedly, the last hour the brunette had been.... preoccupied, thoughts focused instead on the charming guy he had been talking to for the past week.

bttmbookbabe: I’m back in my dorm now. Got my research finished for the day. Wanted to be done when you got off, like you said.

He sent the message before even making it to his bed, but he moved to make himself comfortable in it as he waited for the reply. This wasn’t the first time that Sir had given him a task to complete. Voluntary, of course, but it was clear that Noah enjoyed following directions - and getting the reward.

bttmbookbabe: I keep thinking about you. Everything you’ve said. What we talked about last night. You helping me get off and telling me what to do. bttmbookbabe: I like doing what you say. But wish you could do it to me. bttmbookbabe: Like what you described before... about tying me up... I think that I want that. bttmbookbabe: Would you like that too, Sir?

[wxldheartx]

@destinymade​ - continued from x

Hufflepuffs were much more easier to negotiate with from his experience, unless they were like Ernie and more stubborn than a freaking Gryffindor. He knew that he was the same way though, so he couldn’t exactly want Noah to stop something that he couldn’t even sometimes. “You know what would help make it a little less subjective? You actually telling me what you want and me letting you know if it’s within reason or not.” Marcus was a little bit impatient and prone to snapping, but he knew how crucial it was having someone that worked in the library on his side right about now. A small smirk spread across his face when Noah commented on the phrase about his body, tongue swiping out to lick his lips quickly. At least others knew that he could probably use his body for good things, that he was skilled. “And I was just thinking about what my hands and mouth could do alone. Imagine if I start listing off what my whole body is capable of.” He shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly, letting go of the Ravenclaw’s tie by rest his hand on his chest. “I don’t want to say it’s like incredibly restricted that only the professors know about it or anything.” Marcus’ voice lowered as he leaned in closer to Noah, hoping that the closeness would work out in his favor. “But let’s just say it’s a very old book with a couple of spells and secret in it. We could both benefit from it actually and I wouldn’t be opposed to sharing it with you.” He wasn’t naive. He wasn’t going to give the title or even a description out to anyone that he didn’t think that would help him. “You’ll get the bigger end if anything. The book sometime and whatever I’m going to give you.”

“Ah, but where’s the fun in that?” He replied to Marcus’ (clearly annoyed) question. He almost said it without thinking - Noah was as prone to some sarcastic and witty reply just as the other seemed to be prone to a quick snap back. It really did make for great conversation, though the hand against him certainly wasn’t hurting either. “Mm,” Noah said. He’d meant it to come out as an in-thought kind of noise, but with Marcus’ teasing words, it was a bit higher and breathier than he’d like to admit.

He was going to say something (some smart tease back, thank you very much), but Marcus was already moving on, clearly playing the game and talking once more about the book. Noah ran through a list of books in his head, trying to figure out what the other was talking about but to no avail. The ravenclaw laughed lightly at the next comment, licking his own lips. “You do have a way of making a guy curious,” he admitted, eyes sparkling.

“I’ll help you get the book. Now here’s my condition. Show me what that body of yours - hands, mouth, other bigger parts, can do. But here’s the catch: exceed my expectations. Satisfy me in a way nobody else has.” Maybe it was a bit of a risk, to ask for that much. But it was always there, that part of Noah that wanted more, wanted to feel more. “Afterwards, I’ll get you the book. And you can trust me to tell the truth, don’t worry about that, ravenclaw’s honor. You can even slip me some Veritaserum. But what do you think?” His gaze trained up on Marcus, eyes half teasing, half hopeful. “Think you’re up to the challenge?”

[wxldheartx]

continued @ofwondersandhares

“Like looking into a mirror, without a mirror -” Was it a bit unusual? Perhaps even a bit narcissistic? Perhaps. Perhaps it didn’t matter. Doppelgangers attracted to each other, they were intimate together - on more than one occasion, but even if someone did judge them, it would never change.

“The feeling is mutual, Noah.” Dark eyes had watched as Noah closed the distance between them, slender hands extended and settling on Noah’s hips to pull him closer. “Oh, I have some time luv’, we will get to that, - you need to catch me up first on everything I’ve missed.”

"Well, mirror’s are your specialty,” Noah replied, smiling. He happily let himself be pulled closer by Sean, sighing contentedly into the embrace. It was no stretch to say that their relationship was unusual. But even if they didn’t look the same, that fact would remain. Sean was a March Hare from Wonderland. Of course their time didn’t fit in to ‘normal.’ But even beyond that, Noah knew that just because he and Sean looked the same, it didn’t mean they were the same. No, they were clearly quite different, in more than just where they came from. And that difference, that spark, that was what made Noah so attracted to the other in the first place.

“So long as you promise,” he said in a small, longing voice. Noah gave Sean a heated look, making his later intentions clear, before breaking back into a small smile. “Catch you up on the human world, hm? I’m afraid everything here seems a bit mundane compared to what you get up to.” He shrugged a bit. “Still taking college courses. Finished reading that Wonderland comic series, at your request.” Noah grinned. “Gotta tell you, it’s definitely not a front runner on the list of most-comparable-to-real-thing.” He let his hands settle on Sean’s arms, gently running up and down. “What about you, though? What’s the March Hare been up to?”

[wxldheartx]

“Don’t mind me, just enjoying the view.” (Sean to ??)

“I feel like that’s half a compliment to yourself,” Noah answered, turning around towards the other. Despite their time together, a small blush still formed on his cheeks. “I’ve missed you,” he said, taking a few steps towards Sean. He’d been gone on usual Wonderland business. “Do I get you to myself now?” Noah questioned, his tone hopeful but something darker, too. “Some time for you to do more than just… enjoy the view?”