#NOAH001

[julesstantcn]

CLOSED STARTER

with: noah arjune where: the wild pony when: friday night idk

Jules gasped – the kind of gasp meant for a stage, intended to reach the back of a crowded house. Too much, but her grin insinuated that 'too much' was the exact amount of energy she was happy to bring to the evening. The lights were low, the tinny jukebox was too loud, and it was the weekend, goddammit. She'd spotted Noah from across the bar, and it was been like seeing a full moon in the middle of the day. It probably wasn't rare and she knew it happened, but it felt like an occasion, all the same. An occasion Jules was marking with a Jagerbomb, simply because it was the worst thing she could think of with an open bar tab and a moment's notice. As she slid in next to him, the Redbull in the pint glass and the shot of Jager perched precariously on the side in each hand were hidden on either side of her. Sure, she'd set out to make him suffer a little – but Julia Stanton didn't believe in making someone suffer alone. "Tell me quick, Mr. Arjune, you trust me?" She asked, grin still curving her lips as she bounced on her heels – hint enough that he absolutely shouldn't.

"Think fast," she whispered, placing the glass in front of him just long enough to let him register it before dropping the shot glass in, following suit with her own.

[nathanccrane]

location: (december 21st), holidays around the world showcase. 

status: closed ( @noahxmonroe​ )

Whoever was responsible for constructing a miniature (miniature being a relative term—it was still twice the size of a person) version of the Gävle goat in the middle of the showcase was either a marketing genius or deliberately inviting trouble. Nathan admired it from the edge of the Swedish Yule display, wondering how long it would be before someone who knew the history of the icon tried to set it on fire. It was starting to seem like a good idea to do it himself (or perhaps that was just the eggnog talking, it didn’t make much difference at this point), but he was broken out of him arsonistic musings when none other than a cowboy hat drifted into his view.

“Oh Christ, please tell me you’re going to try and ride the goat.”

[diggorydock]

where: Critic Alley who: Amos Diggory and Noah Ollivander ( @noah-ollxvander​ )

Amos wanted to do something special for his son at the beginning of the year, so he thought why not catch a show in Critic Alley? It was a little bit more luxurious than what he’s used to. But he had the extra money so he figured, why not and let Cedric experience some of the finer things in life? Unfortunately, Gideon wasn’t able to join them. He had matters regarding the Order to deal with. That much Amos knew. Unfortunately, he also knew that he couldn’t ask for more details. As much as it worried Amos, he tried to push it to the back of his mind and focus on having fun with his son.

After catching the family-friendly show Amos had reserved tickets for, the sun still hasn’t gone down. It’s still too early to go home, Amos decided so he then opted to just walk around the alley in the meanwhile and take his son sightseeing. Cedric isn’t used to being surrounded by tall infrastructures so he spent most of his time walking looking up at the buildings. A couple of times, Amos had to gently steer his son away from bumping into objects or unsuspecting people. He’d give them an apologetic smile and continue their merry way without scolding Cedric. The boy deserved to have some fun.

As the two turned, Cedric almost bumped into a stranger, causing Amos to stop in his tracks, “Whoa there, champ,” Amos exclaimed as he pulled Cedric back. Looking up, he recognized the man immediately. “Ollivander! Hi. It’s been a while.”

[isaac-d-buchanan]

where: Isaac’s flat who: Isaac Buchanan and Noah Ollivander ( @noah-ollxvander​ )

Isaac knew that someone was at his front door before the person knocked. Ever since Death Eaters came knocking at his door and almost killed them, Isaac increased the security for his flat tenfold. It’s not the same level as Gringotts or the Ministry, but it was enough to prevent unwanted visitors from apparating in or disapparating out. His door was magically enforced to prevent most spells from blowing it off his hinges. His walls were spelled the same way too, just in case. Isaac also cast a spell that would alarm him whenever someone stepped in front of his door. The alarm was what brought the presence infront of his door to his the attention in the first place.

As soon as they stepped towards his door, a bell rang inside the flat, followed by a knock from outside. Offering whoever was outside the benefit of the doubt, - even if they did knock first before attempting to barge in right away - Isaac peeked through his peephole to see who it was. It was Noah Ollivander. A Death Eater. A member who was part of the very group he tried to defend himself from. He was now welcoming as someone who had power over him. With a deep breath, Isaac opened the door. ”Ollivander,” he said with no pleasure in his voice.  He just simply opened the door to make way for him.

[pastawritesarchive]

Bailey entered the party, her first one since she’d broken up with her ex, Tyler. She knew she needed to get out there, enjoy her life, and take the bull by the horns when it came to her own happiness. She wasn’t going to let Tyler ruin her whole college experience based on his own poor choices. But at the same time, it was kind of hard to motivate herself to enter the college party life in a way she hadn’t in such a long time. That way being as a single college gal. But she had Noah. And so, it couldn’t possibly be too terrible right? Right. Even as she stepped foot into the part, Bailey felt a sense of excitement for what the night may bring. She had every right to relax and have a lovely night of just partying and getting silly that had no bearing on Tyler. Why couldn’t she get his damn ass off her mind? She wasn’t going to be hard on herself though. Focusing on having a great time with Noah would keep her in the right head space no matter what. She was confident he had her back. “Thanks for convincing me to come out tonight. You were definitely right. As hard as that is for me to admit.” She joked gently, laughing softly as she took a sip of her drink from a red solo cup. “But it’s going to be fun and I can’t wait to just relax and have a great time tonight.” She smiled gently at him, though felt slightly overwhelmed as she looked on the big crowd. Bailey needed just a few more sips of her drink and she’d meld right into the crowd, always loving a good dance floor. “Thanks, Noah”

@noahdavidson​

[ofrivera]

“ Level with me. Do you think Avery will legitimately call the police if I pass her while flipping her off a third time ? ” Adrian asked his roommate on the way to the ski resort.

@ncahcrcss​

[hermionegxmez-blog]

As she pulled the coat around her a bit tighter and sat, waiting for Noah, Hermione found the spot to be quaint enough for the two of them. Normally, she wouldn’t be caught dead having a conversation with a serpent, something that her own reputation would be ruined by, but Noah was different, despite all denial Hermione would put into even knowing her. The sunglasses hid her face as she finally saw the other girl, easily letting a short sigh of relief out. “The curfew isn’t gonna stop us from meeting.” She started off easily.

@uninvitcd

[artfully-made]

Maybe she should not have been surprised. She had met Noah at her job after all, so she should expect that he would avoid all art exhibitions. Marie had gone to enjoy some art since coming back from a vacation. When she noticed the vampire’s head, her heart stopped. The brunette sighed softly. What was she supposed to do in this situation? She had completely embarrassed herself the last time she saw him asking him to stay and then ended up in the hospital a month after. Should she show she’s strong? Pretend that nothing was affecting her anymore? The brunette nervously chewed her lower lip thinking of what to do praying that he wouldn’t turn around and notice her.

@noahbordeaux

[yooseung]

📧 → noah

yooseung: hey

yooseung: heard ure sexy 🤨🤨🤨

[nicholasjohnson-blog]

Noah & Nick | Unlikely Friends

Nicholas was blissfully unaware that the person who he had been chatting with and standing next to for the past half hour was the infamous Noah. Who he had been fighitng over with Kaden not even a week ago. Nichoas didn’t often take a liking in other people, especially males. Since there was always a fight for power going on there. But with Noah he got along surprisingly well and easy. Most people he would have offended within this amount of time already. 

“You know what, this is actually a decent song.” Nicholas approved, as he listened to the one Noah had picked out. They were hijacking the radio of the bar they were in but hadn’t been able to agree on the music so far.

[mistychai]

📧 → noah

misty: hi noah! :)

misty: sorry for the weird question but do you have a roomba? 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

[nathanccrane]

location: the jade palace, crane charity gala

status: closed ( @noahfielding​​ )

Open bars were a blessing. The crowd parted easily for Nathan as he headed to get another drink, though he was stopped a couple of times to talk to various people. He smiled his way politely through the interactions but his patience had started to wear thin. He was tired from dancing, his social energy low. By the time he actually reached the bar he wished he could just order an entire bottle for himself instead of the single glass of champagne the bartender slid towards him. It was the sound of a loud familiar accent over the din that caught his attention. He turned his head to spot Noah holding court a few feet away, surrounded by admirers. Catching her eye, he raised his glass with a smile, trying to communicate long time no see without fighting his way over. 

[themarcusreed-blog]

@werewolf-cop-noah

As the days passed by, it became more and more apparent to Marcus that he really needed to start looking for a job, seriously. The place he was renting was upscale and it wasn’t anywhere close to cheap. So, one day, with his mind a little clearer, partially thanks to Remy, he decided to form a plan.

And form one he did. He decided that it would be best to find a job as a bartender or waiter to begin with, and then he could look into more serious and higher paying jobs and how he could go about getting one of those said jobs.

He remembered the cop he had briefly talked to regarding jobs and decided to meet up with him in order to question him on what it was he did exactly. After all, he had to start somewhere, right?

Luckily, he had gotten his number just in case, and was now glad for that because he needed it. They had agreed to meet up at the local coffee shop and Marcus had arrived early, which was uncharacteristic of him. He sat at a table, drinking an espresso, as he waited for Noah to arrive.

[thecameronowens]

Ending Compulsions [Cameron & Noah]

@thenoahvalmont

Cameron had been looking around the cove, thinking to himself. He had already venomized Noah but he wasn’t sure if he was ready to let go of him just yet. The siren had grown rather fond of Noah’s company and found he had started to get attached but he knew what the other felt wasn’t real. It was just part of the compulsion. Cameron was tired of compulsing people and then having to kill them in the end. He wanted this to be different, seeming as the other was just like himself he figured he might as well give Noah a chance to see if this whole love thing was actually worth it or if he should just stick to compulsion. “Noah, can you come here?” Cam called out towards the other knowing what he had to do.

[nxthingpoetic-blog]

fineshrine ♔ noah & sutton.

@nocartwright

Like birds of a feather, the impetuous flocked together. In this instance, with the humming vibrations of nightlife still coiling around her aching spine, the unexpected company had only shortened the thread of time for when she would soon hunger for wickedness. With porcelain flesh stained by the dirt of the earth, Sutton relished in the moments of extremities; dipping her toes in what most would respectably shun. If only someone had warned her of the inevitable sun and the inability for closed eyelids to withstand.

A lengthy groan grazed her vocal chords; thick from dehydration and muffled by the additional figure. Who she had opted to seek for warmth still remained anonymous. “Still dressed.” On both accounts, even if the sculpted vermilion gown had now become exceptionally tattered (as if the clock had struck midnight and Cinderella returned with only rags). She pushed away at the recognition, allowing her eyes to adjust to unfamiliar territory and for the bend in her knees to support her exhausted frame. “Where are we?” Single pause - the duration no longer than several beats of a second. “Actually, better question, have you got a smoke?” Priorities first.

Alongside that of toxicities which circulated throughout her bloodstream, an additional aspect of venom remained to be mischief; a trait which curled stained lips upwards and tilted her jaw to the largest enigma of the night. A soul as tarred as her own, a duo which could only set the world alight. “So, Cartwright, I doubt you want to get rid of me just yet.” Her coquettish mannerisms thread together, veiling around each professed word and claiming itself to be a signature.  “Where now? Unless you’re more dull than I anticipated and you’d rather go home.“