#thread; noah wright

[athenahowards]

athena saw the others smile and already wanted to cheer about a successful mission, it as criminal how little it took to get them excited at this point but here they were! excited about hunting down berries with noah. humming, they replied, ''yes well food is all well and great, would be better with some seasoning, but its been months! why can't we figure out some type of juice? we found the coconuts and can even use those to help sweeten them a bit...''

watching the other practically prance away in their excitement, athena giggled before forcing it down out of habit and fear of it being a strange sound. especially on such an island filled with tragedies. ''dont worry, I'm following, I'm following!'' quickly catching up to the other and swatting a big out of the air, ''shall I call you leader or will the name noah still suffice?''

their eyebrows raised at athena’s answer, and immediately considered everything they would need to make that juice a reality. that was an amazing idea and noah’s mouth watered at the thought.    “  mate, that’s awesome, i haven’t thought about that, everyone is so desperate to feel heaviness in their stomachs i totally forgot about juices. ”    they got excited in a heartbeat, especially because the berries a mile away from their current spot were brilliant and colorful, which meant they were at their finest ripe point. and juices meant a shot of vitamin and fiber more than one person in their group would be grateful for.    “  then, please follow me  ”    they asked with a smile, passing by athena’s side in the direction of their infamous berries bush.    “  it’s this way, and be careful, please, there are bushes with some bizarre kind of thorns? i don’t know mate this island has quite the weird amount of things.  ”   the comment came with a funny scrunch of their nose, they’d been freaked out at first, especially when they pinched one of their hands with said thorns, but since nothing happened, they started to calm down. it was weird, nonetheless, and they still felt a little bit wary about it.

[owenxjackson]

The air was thick with sweat as the lights bounced off of dust and the bodies of club-goers bounced in an almost eerie sort of unison to the bass of the music that vibrated off of the walls. Jackson presses the butt of his hand to his nose as he sniffs a few times, wiping it quickly to rid himself of the evidence. Jackson slips a few bills to the man standing beside him as he pockets the small baggy of powder, as Jackson slaps the man on the back with a smile. 

Giving his dealer a small nod, Jackson turns to look over the crowd, his fingers bouncing against his thigh and his mind becomes blissfully blurred. It wasn’t long before Jackson found himself at the bar again, sliding in next to a taller man, not giving much of a care for personal space. As he waves a hand to get the attention of the bartender, Jackson accidentally knocks the man’s glass over, the contents spilling over the bartop. 

“Fuck, sorry man.” Jackson says as he turns, his lips shifting into an easy smirk when his eyes land on the handsome face. “Can I buy you another?” 

@noahxwright​

[jonah-wright]

Cupcakes || Jonah & Noah

Noah fidgeted with the chain he wore around his neck as he lurked in the door of the lounge, gaze locked on the back of Jonah’s head, a quiet battle raging in his own mind, though his expression was utterly passive.

There was a part of him that wanted very much to turn around and leave, go back home, hide in the little shed he’d turned into a studio, play his music loud enough to drown out the silence of Rowan’s absence and work and not think about Jonah Wright. It would be easier that way. He didn’t want to care.

And yet.

He missed his best friend. And he couldn’t help thinking–she wanted him to care. Their first and only fight had been about Jonah. And of course now that she wasn’t here–now that he had to leave the island to see her, couldn’t just pop down the hall–now that felt somehow more significant.

Shaking out fidgeting hands, Noah stepped into the lounge, took a deep breath. One giant wing unfurled, stretching to cast a shadow and tapping Jonah on one shoulder just before Noah himself leapt over the sofa and tumbled into the chair across from Jonah, landing half upside down and looking for all the world like he’d meant to do it.

“Not really, no. Made you look. Why are you brooding over desserts, kiddo?”

--

When he looked up, he hadn’t expected the face that he saw. He never really expected Noah to go out of his way to talk to him, given the circumstances. And yet, here he was, standing tall over Jonah, dark wings making him look even bigger than he already was. It was moments like these that Jonah couldn’t believe he was related to the reaper, because in that moment, the two couldn’t look any more different. 

Though, if someone took the time to really look, to take in the smaller features, their little idiosyncrasies, they could see how the pair were brothers, far more similar than either probably knew. 

Jonah looks at Noah in his odd state, sprawled awkwardly on the couch, and he couldn’t help the way the corner of his lips turned up into a little smile. It lasted only a brief moment before it fell, and the question of the cupcakes came up. Jonah opens his mouth, a white lie on the tip of his tongue, ready to push off the truth. But Noah, Noah was the one person that probably understood how he felt right now. 

“Ro and I always got cupcakes, for special occasions, or when one of us was in a bad mood. We got cupcakes. It was our thing.” He says before he really thinks about it, his ears growing more warm as he spoke. “Sorry, you probably don’t want to talk about this. 

@noahwrightx​

[owen-jackson]

A Damn Good Time || Jackson & Noah

Date: Sometime in August, 2019 (a little while after part 2 of the Valentine’s Day event) 

Location: Noah’s House 

Summary: Trying to take back some control in his life, Jackson shows up at Noah’s to push him around and try to forget some of this shit he’s been going through. Just some fun smutty stuff with a dommy Jackson, and maybe there’s some real soft aftercare in the end (but shhh, don’t let the dumbs know that I told you). 

@noahwrightx​

Jackson: Settling back in to things after the last two rentals was not something that was easy for Jackson, but it was necessary, because while he was able to shut down during the rental with Noah, spending most of the week in bed, the island wouldn’t allow that kind of behaviour. And of course, Jackson had many missed shifts at Vitale’s he had to make up for, and honestly, he deemed himself lucky that his absence hadn’t earned him a visit from the big boss man himself. So Jackson was working to take back some semblance of control even while he didn’t even have control of his own mind anymore, having to constantly remind himself it was lying when it tried to convince him everyone was dead. So, in typical Jackson fashion, he resorted to drugs, alcohol, fighting and sex to make himself feel better, though the latter on that list hadn’t been happening much. So that’s how Jackson found himself at Noah’s again, fresh off a shift at vitale’s, the typical bruises back on his face, though he had them heal him back at work a little more than he normally would have just to keep Noah off his case. Using the key he’d gotten a while ago, Jackson let himself in, eyes roaming around, sporting his typical high and an additional one off the adrenaline of winning a few good fights. “Noah?” He calls out, running fingers through damp hair as he waits to see if anyone else is around. Hearing a noise in the kitchen, he makes his way there, eyes landing on the reaper, looking at him in a way he hadn’t in a while, eyes gleaming mischievously, a telling smirk playing on his lips. Any thoughts of moments between them during their last rental were pushed aside as he focuses his energy elsewhere. “Hey.” He says, eyes taking over the other in a hungry way, eyes flickering back up to his face as he takes a step into the kitchen closer to Noah. “There anyone else here?” He says, resisting just for the moment because he figured Elliot probably didn’t need to be walking in on what Jackson wanted to do with Noah.

- 

Noah: With his head in the fridge, and headphones in his ears, hips bopping rhythmically to a very peppy pop song, Noah did not hear the door open. Not that it would have bothered him if he had--enough of his friends had keys, at this point, that what would have once set off alarm bells for him now just meant someone had come to visit.

In any case, it was only after he'd straightened up and shut the fridge with his hip, a tub of frosting in one hand and one frosting covered finger in his mouth, that he turned and spotted Jackson coming into the kitchen. He raised his eyebrows, surprised and pleased and a little concerned--though admittedly, mostly just pleased when he caught the familiar little gleam in Jackson's eyes.

God, he'd missed that stupid smirk. Licking frosting from his finger, Noah pulled his headphones from his ears and grinned at Jackson. "Hey, yourself, sugar," he said, tipping his head to consider him--and also maybe to catalogue bruises. "You alright?" he asked, because whatever, he'd been worrying about Jackson since the rental ended, not that he was going to admit it. He was quickly distracted by the next question, gaze flickering up towards the second floor and the bedrooms before he shook his head, set down the tub he'd been holding on the counter. "Nope. Elliot's round Mercy's and Ro's in her suite. What's up? You need somethin'?"

- 

Jackson: Jackson couldn't help the way his smirk grew, slightly crooked, as he took in the sight of Noah's hips swaying to the unheard music, and the way he licking the frosting off his finger. The whole thing had Jackson's tongue swiping out over his bottom lip, tilting his head to really take in the whole sight. Of course he should have been expecting the question, and if he was being truthful, no he wasn't alright, but was he going to be alright anytime soon? No probably not. So instead he was going to push past it, force himself to move on and ignore what he was feeling.

Honestly, with Noah standing there the way that he was, he made it pretty easy to ignore the grief that had settled in the back of his mind, digging it's nails in so that he could never quite get rid of it. "I'm great." He says, taking a few steps forward, not quite as drunk as he could have been so his movements were a little more steady, sharpened from his previous fights. A hand reaches out, a finger looping into one of Noah's belt loops to tug him forward and closer, looking up playfully. "Good." He hums, tugging Noah even closer so that they were practically touching. "I do." He says, nudging Noah back a bit so he came up against the counter, his hips now pressing it's Noah's his hand moving up to press against his chest as his lips hover close to the other's. He was already getting hard just pressed up against the other, pent up from the last few weeks, and frankly, just in the mood to boss someone around. "What I need, is you on your knees for me." he says lowly, lips finally pressing against Noah's capturing him in a heated and biting kiss.

- 

Noah: "Yeah?" Noah said, gaze flickering down to the down to the finger that caught his belt loop, smile curling into something a little more subtly pleased. He let himself be tugged forward, one hand coming up to curl around Jackson's hip, the other bracing himself against the counter behind him.

Any trace of concern or hint that he'd been tempted to badger Jackson about whether or not he was truly okay had disappeared in the face of the way Jackson was looking at him. He pressed himself forward against the human, tongue darting out over his lips when he felt Jackson getting hard against him. It was tempting to take over, push Jackson up against the counter and take the kiss that was so teasingly close, but something about Jackson's demeanor had him holding still, waiting--a choice that he was glad for when Jackson spoke again.

"Oh," he breathed, and if his knees swayed a little with the urge to give Jackson what he'd asked for, well, that was his business. He leaned back against the counter instead, fingers gripping the edge as he leaned into Jackson's kiss, already letting out a little groan against his lips. He bit at Jackson's bottom lip, pulled away just enough to speak, a very telling spark in his eyes. "That's what you need, huh? What if I don't feel like it? You gonna make me get on my knees, darlin'?"

- 

Jackson: “Yeah.” Jackson hummed against the others lips, smirking as Noah groaned under his touch. His hips push a little harder against Noah’s while his hands snaked their way up his chest, over his neck and sank into the back of his hair.

When Noah broke apart to speak again, Jackson’s fingers tangle in the dark curls, tugging the reapers head off to the side while his lips slid up his jaw, pressing heated biting kisses over to his neck. “You sure you don’t feel like it?” He breathes just before his teeth sink down against his neck at the same time his thigh lifts to press and grind gently against Noah’s groin. “You bet your ass I’m gonna make you.”

- 

Noah: "Yeah, I'm sure," Noah answered, though the declaration was somewhat ruined by how breathless his voice had gone at the feeling of Jackson's lips on his neck, not to mention the groan that was startled out of him when Jackson bit him. The hand he'd braced against the counter shifted, bumped the tub of frosting he'd been eating from only a moment before and Noah let out a very pleased laugh at the turn his evening had taken, rocked his hips shamelessly into Jackson's thigh at the same time he insisted:

"What, you think you can just show up at my house and boss me around?" He absolutely could. In fact, Noah encouraged it, but the idea of Jackson making him sounded too good to pass up. "Maybe I got things to do, huh?" Nevermind that he was rubbing himself to hardness against Jackson's thigh, tugging against the hand in his hair just to feel the pull. "You're gonna have to make me, sugar."

- 

Jackson: "Mhm, sounds convincing." Jackson teases at the way the other's voice had changed, and it was enough for him to force any other remaining thoughts out of his head. As pent up as he was, Jackson steadies himself just for a moment, a small breath exhaled warmly against the other's neck, because the way that Noah's hips were grinding up against his leg was enough to make his head spin.

"Yeah, actually, I do." Jackson says as his lips pull back away from the other's neck, using the grip on his hair to tug his head back enough that Jackson could just look at him. A brow raises, canting his head to the side with a slight narrowing of his gaze as he smirks at Noah. "Better things than this?" He says as he presses his leg a little firmer against Noah's moving hips, pushing him harder against the counter. The telling way that Noah was pulling against his hold and rubbing against his leg had Jackson's smirk flickering a little stronger as he teases, "God you're real fucking needy aren't you?" Though of course it wouldn't come easy and Noah's words had him letting out a breathy laugh. "And yet you call me the brat. Maybe I should find someone else to play with then..." He hums, letting his hands release from the other's hair, quickly taking a half step back, waiting just for a moment to catch a reaction before his fingers fist in the front of Noah's shirt, promptly pulling him forward, turning him enough to slam him into the nearest wall, pressing his whole body against Noah's. His lips hover close to the reapers, breathing for half a moment before "Knees, now."

- 

Noah: Jackson's breath against his neck sent a little shiver down Noah's spine, had him turning, nosing at Jackson's hair--or trying to, at least, before the hand in his hair pulled him back. A soft noise of protest slipped past his lips before he caught a look at Jackson's expression--and God, but being looked at like that felt good. He grinned at Jackson, shrugged at his question even though he was perfectly aware that the truth of his interest was obvious in the way his eyes had gone a little bit lidded, the sharp intake of breath when Jackson pushed against him harder and the edge of the counter dug into his hips. He wasn't interested in hiding his reactions from Jackson, just in playing the game.

"Sure, better things than this," he insisted, and then visibly shivered at Jackson's teasing, said, "sugar, yeah," breathlessly, his attempt at disinterest momentarily forgotten, because--whatever, maybe he liked that a little bit.

He took a breath to steady himself, was about to say that Jackson was a brat, but then he stepped away, hands falling away from Noah's hair, left him pressed against the counter with his hips still tipped forward, rocking against nothing. Noah let out a noise that was half whine and half groan, shook his head, started to push himself forward to follow--and was promptly caught by Jackson, his own momentum sending him stumbling along where Jackson lead. His eyes fell closed when he was slammed into the wall, head thunking back against it with a groan, and--"Fuck, yeah, okay," he breathed, because hell, he couldn't be expected to resist when Jackson ordered him like that, not when Jackson was also slamming him into walls and teasing him. "Yeah, sugar, you don't wanna play with no one else," he said,  hands reluctantly nudging Jackson back enough that he could slide down to his knees there in the kitchen. Gaze fixed on Jackson, he leaned in to nose against his belly, nudged his shirt up to press a kiss to the sliver of skin above his waistband.

- 

Jackson: The little noises that he was able to draw out of Noah had Jackson's lips curling with a quiet smugness and he savored the small moment of Noah trying to inch closer, the way his breath caught and yet-- Noah still played the game. Jackson wanted nothing more than to kiss him again, bite at his parted lips, but he wanted to tease Noah, to feel the way that Noah hardened against him.

"Right." Jackson says, clearly unconvinced and grinning at the way that Noah gave in, his quiet whisper causing Jackson's hips to roll forward for a second caught up in how good Noah felt against him.  

The moment that Jackson got to just look at Noah, a quick graze over his entire figure, looking at way his hips still moved with momentum to push forward as he moved away, his whole body practically screaming of need. And then there was that noise. God, that noise had Jackson just about ready to rip all their clothes off. The moment Noah gave in, Jackson smirks widely, allowing himself to be shifted back a step as he watches Noah move down onto his knees. One of Jackson's hands quickly tangles, lightly for now in the back of Noah's hair again, his hips shifting forward ever so slightly with a raised expectant brow. As Noah noses at his stomach, that soft kiss pressed against him, Jackson's free hand reaches over his shoulder, gripping his shirt and tugging it off  in a quick motion before he tightens his grip on the reapers hair. "Well, get to it." He says lowly as he takes in the sight of Noah on his knees for him.

- 

Noah: Noah leaned into the hand in his hair, lips curling into a little smile as he looked up at Jackson. There was a fond sort of tilt to it, surprisingly soft given the moment, but the fondness was rather overshadowed by the bright glimmer of mischief. Clearly, Noah was not done playing, on his knees or not--no, he still wanted Jackson to make him.

He sighed against Jackson's skin when the other man removed his shirt,  eyes fluttering closed at the renewed grip on his hair. He wasted no time getting his mouth back on Jackson, open-mouthed kisses pressed to his belly, teeth dragged over his hipbone. For a moment though, that was all he did, despite the fact that his hands had come up to curl into the waistband of Jackson's pants. In truth, he wanted very badly to get Jackson's pants off, give him exactly what his expectant gaze said he was waiting for--and God, if the words 'get to it' didn't go right to Noah's cock, the suggestion that Jackson simply expected him to make himself useful leaving him feeling sort of wonderfully dirty--but he wanted even more, just now, to see if he could push Jackson further.

So. He slid one hand around to undo the button of Jackson's pants, got them open enough to nuzzle against his length through his boxers, mouth wetly at the fabric. He let out a little groan, pressed a tiny kiss to fabric left wet from his mouth, and then pulled back enough to run his finger along the line of Jackson's cock, blink up at him innocently. "Get to what, sugar?"

- 

Jackson: Jackson gazes down at Noah, enjoy the little smirk and the way he tilted into his hand, both pliable and resistant, and Jackson knew that much like if this were him, it wouldn't come easy, but he also knew it would be worth it. And honestly, this was exactly the kind of distraction he needed, and maybe he could have just found someone else to boss around, seeing has how things had been the last few weeks, but something brought Jackson back here, and he wasn't going to question it too much.

Jackson watches as the other presses his lips and runs his teeth over his skin, and he'd be lying if he said his breath hadn't picked up. With the light teasing, he found his hips shifting forward, fingers remaining tightly tangled in Noah's hair, urging him closer to what he wanted. His smile flickers, a little nod of approval when Noah's hand moves to undo his pants, though they didn't come quite off, and his eyes narrow. But that little look shifts quickly as his eyes flutter slightly and he tilts his head back just a fraction, a small sharp breath exhaled at the feeling of Noah mouthing at him through his boxers, hips twitching forward for more. But he knew better than to think that Noah would keep going as he was told, and all too quickly the warmth of Noah's mouth left his needy length and Jackson's gaze shot back down, his grip tightening on the other's hair.

God, Jackson wanted to fuck the look right off on Noah's face as he gazed up at the human, and honestly, he planned on doing just that. A low grumble raises in his chest as he breathes out, a soft chuckle with a shake of his head. "I've gotta do everything myself, don't I?" He says, his free hand already moving to tug his jeans and boxers down, his erection freed quickly with a relieved breath. "I don't like to be teased." A  lie, perhaps, because maybe he enjoyed Noah's playful retaliation, though the possessive smirk on his lips was telling that he was fine with taking what he wanted. Shimmying his pants down a bit more, his hand moves to his length, taking a second to stroke himself in front of Noah's face, giving him a pretty good view as he keeps his head in place with the grip on his hair. "And just for that you're gonna keep your clothes on for now, becauseI don't trust you to not touch yourself." He hums as he touches himself. "Now, open." He says, shifting himself a little more forward, positioning his cock so that the tip pressed against Noah's lips expectantly.

- 

Noah: The little reactions Noah's teasing drew out of Jackson were so satisfying--the way his breathing changed, the shifting hips, the knowledge that it was Noah doing that to him--but not nearly as satisfying as the way Jackson's hand tightened in his hair. Noah groaned, eyes closing and back arching to tip his head further into it, body language going just that much more pliant.

He breathed out a faint laugh when Jackson spoke, his only answer to the question a quiet 'hmmm,' though he did open his eyes again to cast an amused look up at the assertion that Jackson didn't like teasing. He raised an eyebrow, his own lips curling into a smirk to answer the one on Jackson's lips--and God, but he really liked that smirk, not that that was new.

His gaze turned hungry as he watched Jackson stroke himself, the hand in his hair the only thing keeping him from leaning in now, getting his mouth on him. He could have broken away from it, maybe, pulled his hair free--but he just tugged against it instead, stretching towards Jackson's cock and whining, licking his lips, letting the pull at his scalp work him up further.

"You don't trust me, baby?" He said, mock-hurt, eyes flicking up to meet Jackson's with a spark that said he was probably right not to. He hadn't been planning on touching himself, hands curled on his own knees, but he was certainly planning on it now. His eyes darted back to Jackson's hand as quickly as they'd lifted, captivated by the sight of his hand work over his cock, and maybe also a little bit by the idea of Jackson just doing this--just holding him in place as he touched himself, a thought that somehow both made his cock twitch with desire and made him want to beg for more. Before he could settle on either option, though, Jackson shifted closer. Noah's lips parted immediately, just a little, enough for his tongue to flick out over him, breath a little sigh at the taste of him. It was tempting, once again, to give in, suck Jackson off as enthusiastically as they both knew he wanted to, but--well, if Jackson was going to talk about having to do everything himself, Noah would make it true. So he closed his eyes, wrapped his lips round the head of Jackson's cock, swirled his tongue teasingly slow, let out a little moan, clearly just enjoying himself--and then, finally, took Jackson in a little deeper and dragged his eyes open to look up at him. Eyebrows raised in a silent dare, he waited.

- 

Jackson: Jackson enjoyed the way that Noah couldn’t seem to help himself from reacting to the way that his hair was tugged, the reactions too easy to pull out of him and Jackson enjoyed every moment of it. He could only imagine the noises that Noah would make when he was really pulling pulling his hair while he was fucking him. Jackson held Noah’s stare for a moment, similar smirks shared between them, enjoying the sight of the older man on his knees looking so willing to be bossed around like he was. And maybe Jackson was enjoying the way that Noah was committing to being a brat.

But then Noah’s gaze shifted and moved to watch the way that Jackson touched himself, and the younger male raised his brow at the reaction that got. The way that Noah seemed so desperate to get his lips around his cock when he wasn’t allowed to—Jackson definitely was going to use that to his advantage again. The whine that fell from Noah’s lips as Jackson stroked his cock made him exhale a small breath, aching and hard with just how desperately Noah seemed to want him. It felt good.

“Not at all.” He muses with a small breathy laugh as he looks down at Noah and his faux innocent expression. He tilts his head ever so slightly, a brow raised as if he was almost daring Noah to defy him, to give him a reason to push him around even more. He grins at the way that Noah’s lips open so quickly, so eagerly to get a taste. When his warm tongue flicks over his tip, Jackson’s eyes relax slightly, lids growing a little more heavy as he hums. “Mhmmm.” He breathes, swallowing. “That’s it.” But of course Noah was going to keep testing him, his lips moving to capture the tip of Jackson’s cock, forcing a sigh past his lips because the attention of his warm mouth felt so damn good. “Fuck.” He breathes, realizing then just how pent up he really was, and Noah’s teasing was not helping. “I said I don’t like teasing.” He says lowly, though he lets Noah move at his achingly slow pace, for now. His eyes narrow as Noah looks back up to meet his gaze, and Jackson shakes his head slightly, a small huff of a laugh escaping him. “You’re a real fucking brat, you know that right?” He says, shifting his hips forward, forcing himself deeper into Noah’s mouth. His hand leaves his cock to rest on the wall, and he uses his tight grip on Noah’s hair to guide his head forward, forcing himself even deeper. Jackson’s smirk spreads knowingly as he fills Noah’s mouth with his cock, moving slow but steady until he feels himself hit the back of the reaper’s mouth, knowing there was no way Noah could talk back at him. “Fuck, you feel real fucking good.” He breathes, his head dipping forward slightly as his hand presses against the wall, leaning in slightly as he draws Noah’s head back slightly only to move back in, thrusting forward with a little more force.

- 

Noah: Noah's lips twitched slightly when Jackson laughed, eyes twinkling with delight at his reaction--and, okay, there was a good amount of arousal there, too, in how wide his pupils had gone, but he couldn't be blamed for that. Jackson's voice just sounded so good scolding him for teasing.

"Mhmmm," he hummed around Jackson's length shamelessly when the human called him a brat. He was being a brat, but he was a brat who was getting exactly what he wanted--Jackson pushing himself deeper into his mouth, his cock hitting the back of Noah's throat. His eyes were locked on Jackson's face as the other man took what he wanted, heavy-lidded gaze determined to take in every reaction.

A needy, soft little noise slipped out of him when Jackson spoke. Praise was always effective for Noah, and now was no exception. He sagged slightly, mouth going a little more lax for Jackson to fuck, head moving easily where the hand in his hair moved it. Yeah, he wanted to feel good for Jackson. He moaned again when Jackson thrust into his mouth a little harder, lids fluttering briefly closed before he forced himself to look at Jackson's face again. One hand left his knees to slide up Jackson's thigh, give him a little nudge, an attempt to encourage him to fuck into Noah's mouth harder.

His other hand, though--well, that one shifted up his own thigh, legs spreading slightly so that he could press his palm against himself. His jeans were uncomfortably tight--his own fault, they'd been tight to begin with, but, well, aesthetics and all--and he was tempted to try to undo them, but truthfully he was more tempted to see how long he could get away with this before Jackson noticed. His hips twitched into his own hand, subtle at first, and then grinding against it harder, eyes still locked on Jackson's face.

- 

Jackson: Jackson couldn't help the groan that fell from his lips nor the way that his head hung a little more as Noah hummed around his length, sending jolts of pleasure with the small vibrations. His lids droop slightly as he continues to watch, his one hand splayed on the wall as his hips moved, thrusting himself into Noah's mouth, a little harder, a little more rough, enjoying the way Noah became pliant for him to use. And then Noah moaned again, and it prompted a quicker snap of his lips and a sharp stuttering breath from his lips. He liked the way that Noah seemed insistent on looking up at him, and god, Jackson liked the way he looked with his lips stretched over his cock, taking him in so willingly.

Then came the hand to his thigh, causing his gaze to flicker towards it, registering the little encouraging nudge, and rewarded Noah with another smirk, because if he wanted more, Jackson sure as hell was going to give him more. "Fuck." He breathes as he moves his hips and Noah's head in rhythm together, fucking Noah's mouth with a hard and steady pace.

And for a few moments, he enjoyed that deep thrusting into Noah's mouth, not pulling back too much because while he knew the reaper didn't need to breathe, his goal was to try to make him as flushed and breathless as he possibly could. For a moment, his eyes close, his head lolling forward, hair finally long enough to hang over his eyes slightly. Jackson lets out a few quiet moans as his speed picks up, eyes opening only to catch sight of what Noah was doing. "Hey, stop that." He says, his pace slowing but not stopping because, well, he was greedy and not quite ready to. He shifts, a foot moving awkwardly to try to swat Noah's hand away from his jeans, while still trying to thrust into his mouth. "No touching yourself unless I say so."

- 

Noah: If the hand rubbing himself through his jeans had started as an attempt to find out what Jackson would do, well, it became much more earnest the rougher Jackson's thrusts became. It just felt so good, was all--Jackson's hand in his hair and the sounds he was making as he used Noah's mouth, and God, Noah knew he didn't really need to breathe, but sometimes his body forgot, and that felt good, too, the little edge that game with frantically trying to get enough air, the way each thrust made him choke just a little.

It felt really, really good was the point. It felt good, and Jackson looked good, and tasted good, and by the time he opened his eyes, Noah had forgotten that he was touching himself for any reason except because he really, really wanted to.

So the noise he made when Jackson stopped him was almost petulant, a wounded little whine that became something of a sob as his hand shifted away from his needy cock. He grabbed Jackson's leg instead, gave in to the order only because Jackson had started to slow down, and Noah wanted that even less than he wanted to stop touching himself. He gave Jackson's leg a little yank, staring up at him with the most demanding expression he could manage with his mouth full of cock, pulled against the hand in his hair to try to pick the pace up again--and then promptly let go of Jackson's leg and went right back to grinding into his hand, eyes falling shut as he let out a needy moan.

- 

Jackson: For a short while Jackson was able to lose himself in the motions, his head hung, his hips moving, groaning at just how good Noah’s mouth felt around his cock. But of course Noah didn’t make anything easy, and when his pace slowed, the noise that escaped Noah had Jackson taking in a sharp breath, his hips jolting almost as if he was a little too eager to give the older man what he wanted. And well, it was difficult when what Noah wanted, Jackson wanted it just as much. Jackson looks down, leaning slightly into the hand that pressed against the wall, his chest rising and falling heavily, staring back at Noah with equal intensity, almost as if asserting dominance while Noah seemed to try to urge him on. And maybe his hips did slow then when the other tried to pull his leg forward, if only to show Noah who was really in charge.

His hips moved far slower now, thrusting without much force, his gaze teasing, knowing he was giving Noah the exact opposite of what he wanted. But then again, Noah’s hand moved to touch himself again, and Jackson’s eyes narrowed, head tilting in a way that showed a playful annoyance. His head shakes slowly, a low chuckle falling from his lips. “You don’t know how to fucking listen, do you?” He says, his hips moving so slowly as they finally came to a halt, pulling his cock from the other’s mouth. “Up.” He grunts, tugging Noah by his hair to force him to stand, roughly pushing him against the wall once more. He takes a moment to slip off his shoes, kick them to the side and shift his pants and boxers off from around his ankles, leaving him completely naked. His hand left Noah’s hair to move down to the front of his jeans, teasing for a moment like he might touch him where his pants were strained, but instead his fingers move to Noah’s belt, quickly undoing it, pulling it clear from his belt loops with one quick pull.  “Clothes off and maybe I’ll let you keep sucking my cock.” He growls, belt in hand.

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Noah: Noah practically purred his pleasure when Jackson thrust into his mouth like he couldn't help himself--yes, that was what he wanted, to be so good that Jackson couldn't resist.

Of course, then Jackson slowed again, looked down at him with the kind of serious gaze that sent shivers down his spine. He wanted to keep fighting to make Jackson give him more, but that look was enough to make him groan, go pliant once more--though it didnt stop him rocking his hips desperately into his hand.

He breathed out a quiet little laugh through his nose at Jackson's scolding, stretching after him when he pulled away as if he might be able to keep him from stopping--but no, he couldn't bring himself to pull free of the hand in his hair, had to let Jackson's cock slip away with a whine. Panting for breath, he stumbled to his feet, hands reaching for Jackson. "Please," he said, groaning when he was pushed back against the wall and trying to get his hands on Jackson's cock. He kept moving though, and then his hands were ghosting over exactly where Noah wanted them, and all Noah could do then was cant his hips forward, murmur, "please, sugar," once more.

Noah's eyes were locked on Jackson's hands as he removed his belt, but they flicked back up to his face at his words. "Yeah, yeah, please," came the immediate answer, eager hands fumbling to do away with the rest of his clothes. His shirt came off first, tossed away without bothering to see where it landed, though it was briefly tangled in the headphones he had looped through it still. In his haste to be free, he knocked his phone from his pocket, sent it clattering to the floor, but he paid it no mind, just shimmied out of his jeans and briefs, groaning when his aching length was freed. Leaning back against the wall where Jackson put him once more, he fisted one hand around his cock, reached for Jackson with the other. "Please, baby, lemme make you feel good. C'mon, sugar, don't you want me? Don't you want me back on my knees for you?"

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Jackson: Honestly, when Jackson came to Noah’s he knew what he wanted, but he wasn’t quite sure the reaction he’d get from Noah. But this, this was way better than what he could have imagined, with the way the reaper seemed so eager to please and so goddamn needy for his cock. His smirk remained on his lips with the way Noah reached for him when he pulled away, and he felt a jolt of pleasure twist in his stomach at the single word. Please. Noah had worked him up to the point of begging in the past and now it was his turn. For a moment he considered just watching him try to rub himself off through his jeans while Jackson just stood there, making him beg. Maybe later. For now Jackson wanted his clothes off and had other things in mind.

When Noah started frantically stripping down, Jackson took half a step back, his hand moving to stroke himself as he watched, eyes wandering lewdly. When Noah’s pants came off, revealing just how hard he was, Jackson quite blatantly licked his lips, hungry with the sudden urge to have a taste. But no, he focused himself on the task at hand, which was made easier when Noah continued to defy him by touching himself. Jackson shifted a fraction of an inch forward, his hand falling from his length to his side, his entire body language working to exude confidence and dominance. “And why should I do that? Since you’re so set on doing what I told you not to, maybe I should just only let you touch yourself, hey? Is that what you want? Just jack off while looking at me. I know I’m pretty to look at, and I know I taste pretty good too... but it looks like you can’t be good for me so maybe I shouldn’t let you touch me anymore.” The words spill from his lips as he smirks, keeping himself close to Noah, though not close enough to touch. “Or...” he hums as his eyes graze over the older male’s body, his own length twitching with need when he looked at how Noah was touching himself. “I could just keep you from touching yourself all together.” His hand that wasn’t holding the belt reach out, finally touching Noah to curl around his wrist that was touching himself to tug it away.

Jackson knew Noah was strong, and could handle being roughed up, so there was nothing gentle in the way that he manhandled the taller man, flipping him over and forcing his chest against the wall, pressing his own body, against Noah’s once more, a soft groans escaping his lips when his length pressed up against Noah’s ass. All in due time though. Jackson quickly grabs Noah’s other wrist, making quick work of wrapping the belt around them, looping it over and under and tightening sharply. “Guess I need to force you to behave.” He growled pressing his chest up against Noah’s back so his breath was hot against his ear. “But you like that, don’t you?” His lips found Noah’s shoulder, pressing biting, heated kisses that we made sure would leave marks as his one hand held Noah against the wall, the other groping at his ass roughly.  His hips rock up against Noah for a moment, moaning against his shoulder at the friction. “But you’re right, I do want you, because you look so fucking pretty on your knees, so needy and desperate for me to fuck your face. So c’mon,” Jackson hums into Noah’s ear, his hand moving to grip at his bound hands to pull him from the wall and shove him more into the open space of the room. “Show me how goddamn good you look on your knees.”

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Noah: The way Jackson looked at him had Noah arching a little more, the muscles in his arms clearly flexing a little in his effort to get more of that look. It didn't take much to get him preening, and the desire in Jackson's gaze was obvious enough to leave him warm all over. His lips curled into a hint of a smirk when Jackson came a little closer, because for just a second it seemed that he'd won, that he was going to get what he wanted with Jackson looking at him like that and coming closer--and then his demeanor shifted and Noah's expression went a little less smug and a lot more wanting.

"Oh," he breathed out at the threat, eyes falling shut as his hand continued to stroke his length. Being made to simply jerk off while looking at Jackson sounded both horrible and wonderful, had his hand moving a little bit faster even as he shook his head. "I can be good, baby," he insisted, though he still hadn't stopped. He reached for Jackson when he came closer, fingers just grazing his hip before his hand was suddenly pulled away from his cock--and then he had just enough time to let out a quiet little noise of protest before he was being flipped around and forced against the wall.

"Fuck, Jackson," he said, gasping and immediately trying to push his hips back against Jackson's cock. That was the only resistance he gave though--his hands went easily where Jackson pulled them, the realization that they were being bound with his belt pulling a loud moan from him, a second, quieter whimper following when the belt was pulled tight. "Fuck," he said again, squeezing his eyes shut and pressing his very hot cheek against the cool wall. "Fuck, yeah, I like that, god, that's good, you can fuck me like this if you want, baby, sugar, fuck, anything, I'll be good now," he promised, and it seemed true enough. He'd sagged against the wall, pliant and easy now, only moving to tip his head to the side so that Jackson could more easily mark of his shoulder. Pleased little sounds slipped past his lips as Jackson groped him, rubbed up against him, Noah's bound hands scrabbling to touch him, fingertips curling against Jackson's belly. "Yeah," he said, to nothing in particular--and then, more enthusiastically, "Fuck, yeah," when Jackson spoke once more.

Being called pretty and needy and desperate in the same breath made Noah a little dizzy with want, and he stumbled when he was pulled away from the wall, whined a little at being forced to clear his head enough to stand up straight. His hip knocked against the corner of the kitchen counter as he caught his balance after Jackson's shove, but he seemed utterly unbothered, already turning and going to his knees--a little less gracefully than usual, what with his hands being bound behind him and all, but only a little bit, the movement still smooth and fluid. "Please," he breathed, shuffling forward on his knees and leaning in to press an open-mouthed kiss to Jackson's hip, though true to his word he was good, didn't dare to try to take anymore without permission. "C'mon, baby, I want it so bad, I'll be so god damn good for you, sugar, do anything you say." Another kiss, to Jackson's other hip, Noah's gaze fixed on his face, open mouth never far from his goal should Jackson decide to use it. "Lemme suck your cock, Jackson, god, you feel so good fuckin' my face, taste so sweet, sugar, I need it."

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Jackson: Any thoughts he’d had before he’d arrived were currently packed away in the back of his mind. His worries, his stress, his grief, they were tucked away thanks to Noah and the way he was letting Jackson push him around. Jackson was feeling hazy from lust and need himself, especially with the desperate way that Noah was looking at him, like he needed him more than anything in that moment. “You can be good, huh?” He says with a cocked brow and a coy look. “Is that why you’re still touching yourself like I told you not to?” But of course he stopped that quickly when he bound Noah’s hands, everyone of the reapers reactions making his hips rock forward against the other with each moan and whine. His breath was heavy as he listened to Noah fall into begging, knowing then and there he wanted to hear a lot more of that. “You’re starting to sound a little greedy.” He hums, teeth marking the other up, wanting others to be able to see his handy work.

The grin on Jackson’s lips spread the more desperate Noah seemed to become, pulling more submissiveness out of him that made Jackson feel more than a little smug. He watches as Noah stumbles and slides down to his knees, and god he was a sight. Jackson’s greedy stare never wavered, looking Noah up and down, taking in the way he was on his knees, hard and erect, hands body and so helplessly desperate for him. He breathed heavily, almost intoxicated by the feeling that Noah was invoking in him as he watched the other shift forward, lips pressing to his hip, and good lord he liked how this felt. Feeling in control of something, even when the rest of his life felt like he was spiralling felt better than he thought it could. His hands, which up until this point had been just hanging at his sides, finally move. One moves to his cock again, stroking slowly, a thumb rubbing over his tip as Noah hovered around him. The other moved to Noah, his thumb running along Noah’s bottom lip slowly, head tilting and smirking. “God you sound good when you beg.” He hums, the thumb teasing along his lips as he touches himself. “But I don’t know if I should give you what you want after just a little bit of begging.” He hums, his hand moving, two fingers placed between Noah’s parted lips, urging him to suck while he stroked himself. “I think I’m going to have to see, and hear just how badly you want it.” He says, because Noah had been a brat, and it was Jackson’s turn to push.

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Noah: Noah's eyes only left Jackson's face when his hand moved to his cock, eyes tracking the way his hand moved, tongue darting out over his lips. He'd have been lying if he'd said he hadn't thought about this--Jackson pushing him around, telling him what to do, teasing him, god, the way Jackson's voice sounded as he called him 'greedy', yeah, the teasing was good--but the reality of it was better.

He pressed a kiss to the thumb that ran over his lips, eyes finally lifting again when Jackson said he sounded good, a hint of pleasure turning his lips up just a little. Even on his knees with his hands bound, he preened a little at the praise, flicked his tongue out over the tip of Jackson's thumb--and then immediately whined a little when it became clear Jackson wasn't just going to give in.

Still, despite his whining, Noah took Jackson's finger into his lips eagerly, eyes fluttering closed as he sucked them as if he'd been given Jackson's cock. He moaned, tongue swirling around Jackson's fingers, nodded as best he could. "Please," he said as he pulled back, lips kissing along Jackson's fingers. "God, sugar, want you so bad." Tipping his head, he ran the flat of his tongue over Jackson's fingers again, sucked them back into his mouth--and lost himself to that for a moment, sucking Jackson's fingers like he simply couldn't help himself, because he couldn't. When he came back to himself, he was panting a little, seemed to have forgotten to breathe for a moment. "Please, please, c'mon, Jackson," he begged, still pressing his lips to the younger man's fingers with fervor. "God, please, you look so good touching yourself, please, come on, use me instead, lemme make you feel good."

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Jackson: Just as much as Jackson was teasing Noah, the way that the older man looked at him, hungry with need and desire that teased Jackson back just as much. It honestly took a hell of a lot to stay in control like he was, to keep himself from just giving Noah what he wanted, but being able to dissolve Noah into this type of begging just felt too damn good.

Jackson looked down as Noah kissed his thumb, head tilting as he watched each movement carefully, soaking it all in and savouring it. When Noah accepted his fingers in his mouth, sucking as if it were his cock, Jackson didn’t expect the moan they fell from his own lips, his hand around his length moving instinctively quicker to match that of the reapers mouth. “Fuck.” He breathes, refusing to close his eyes, because just watching Noah work at his fingers like that was too good. And then Noah pulled away and started to beg, and it sent shivers through Jackson more than he would have liked to admit. His stomach twists, feeling that build up, and he has to remind his hand to slow as he stroked himself. Though the thought of getting himself off while Noah was only allowed his fingers did sound appealing, but Jackson was needy in his own way, and the way Noah’s tongue was working around his fingers he knew he wanted it working around his cock. “Yeah?” He says, voice hitching far more than he would have liked while he worked to keep his built up at bay, teasing himself at this point.

“You want me that bad huh?” He says, chest heaving in a way that showed just how much he was worked up. “Maybe I should be nice to you.” He says, fingers pressing against the other’s tongue for a moment before pulling them away out of Noah’s mouth. As Noah begged Jackson to use him, the human swallows, his hand stilling to a halt, his free hand fisting in Noah’s hair once again. “Yeah, don’t worry, I’ll use you.” He says, already moving his needy length back towards Noah’s lips again, this time wasting no time because his own patience was struggling. He pushes himself between Noah’s lips thrusting in hard and quick, because he knew Noah could take it—knew he wanted it. His hips jolt on their own accord, his rhythm sharp and deep, groaning loudly as he took what he wanted from Noah’s mouth, tugging on the reapers hair as he pleased, using his grip to meet each thrust, burying himself deep each time. “Yeah, fuck, Noah, Jesus fucking Christ you feel good, just like that.” He rambles between broken moans, his pace only quickening as his high built up. Jackson looks down at Noah, his eyes dark and lidded. “Fuck, how bad you want me to come?” He groans, hips stuttering for a second, holding back the inevitable just for the moment, watch Noah to see how he’d react to the question, especially with his mouth otherwise preoccupied.

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Noah: Noah hummed around Jackson's fingers at the question, nodded as best he could without giving them up--yes, he wanted Jackson that bad, but he didn't want to surrender the fingers in his mouth unless he was going to be given something better. He let out a muffled, "mmph," of agreement at the suggestion that Jackson ought to be nice--though the truth was, he liked Jackson being mean just as much.

Despite how much he wanted Jackson's cock, Noah still found himself trying to chase his fingers when they were taken away. It took him a moment to register what was happening was all, and Jackson had been making such nice sounds, desire evident in his voice just from watching Noah, and god, if that didn't feel real fucking good. But then Jackson's hand curled in his hair again, and Noah had just enough time to breath out, "please," one more time with a voice gone a little bit ragged before he was being given what he'd asked for. Jackson wasted no time fucking into his mouth, and Noah, for his part, let out a choked sound that turned into a broken moan as he sagged obediently into the hand in his hair, let himself sink into being used. He made no attempt to hold back the sounds that each thrust drew out of him, little moans and grunts of helpless pleasure, because he just liked it so much.

His eyes lifted to Jackson's face at the offered praise. He hadn't realized he'd closed them, but now he focused on keeping them fixed on Jackson's expression once more, wanting to watch, to see that he was making him feel good. There was nothing he wanted more than to make Jackson come in that moment--so when Jackson asked him about that very thing, Noah let out a loud, intentional moan in response, pulled against the grip on his hair for the first time since his hand had been bound just so that he could press forward and take Jackson's length in as deeply as he could, nose bumping against his belly. He held himself there as Jackson's hips stuttered, swallowed around his cock, his own hips rolling against nothing, and then with one last, pleading moan, he sagged back into Jackson's grip, trying to tell him how much he wanted it with his gaze.

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Jackson: Jackson, having held back this long, couldn’t conceal the way his brow tensed and his lips parted, Noah’s warm mouth pulling inhibited moans from his throat. “Oh god.” He breathes, over and over, his semblance of control lost for a moment as his hips jerk forward against Noah on their own accord. And then Noah moves forward, and Jackson’s hand is all too willing to allow him to, feeling his nose against his stomach, hips continuing to stutter faintly as he held Noah there, embarrassingly desperate. And then Noah swallowed around him, and that pulled a noise from Jackson that was caught somewhere between and needy whine and a groan, losing himself in the moment as Noah brought him so quickly to the brink. His free hand moves to tangle into Noah’s hair as well, only tightening his grip against the other’s head.

“Jesus fucking Christ.” He moans, ragged and quiet as Noah goes slack, and Jackson isn’t even aware of the way that he roughly fucks himself deep into Noah’s mouth and throat, once, twice, and then he tensed. He probably should’ve been more aware of the way he gripped Noah’s hair tightly and forced him to remain as close as possible as he came hard down his throat, brought to that edge and forced over it with the vibrations of Noah’s moans around his length. Jackson lets out a shaky moan, ragged curses leaving his lips in nonsensical strings of words and praise. “Goddamn, fuck Noah, oh my god, fuck, you are so fucking good.” He road out his high, vaguely aware of how thankful he was that Noah didn’t actually need to breathe because it took him a moment to pry away his grip on Noah’s hair as he came down, his hips twitching, each small movement forcing more little noises from his lips as he slowly, and finally pulled himself away in a fashion that would also Noah some last lingering tastes.

His chest heaved heavily as his eyes blinked slowly, his hair damp and muscles relaxing slowly. “Fuck.” He breathes out again, his fingers still tangled in Noah’s curls but more gentle now as he eases away. Jackson looks down at Noah, his expression satisfied, blissed out as he pulls himself from the others mouth, one hand falling back to his side while the other shifts to the side of Noah’s face, just a moment of admiration, lips curling up in a small lazy grin. And then his eyes trace over all of Noah, and the way he was kneeling, naked and bound with his hands behind his back, the way his hips rocked into nothing but open air, hard and leaking. “You’re a real fucking sight.” He hums, taking that moment just to look, and appreciate. “C’mere” he says, using the hand in the others hair to tug Noah back up again, still a little rough, but a little more clumsy as he came down from his high. As soon as he managed to help Noah up to stand, he brings his lips to the other’s kissing him fiercely, hungrily, tasting himself on the other’s lips. He nips along Noah’s jaw, finding his neck again, hands leaving Noah’s hair and running down his chest stopping and lingering on his abdomen. “You were real fucking good Noah, I needed that so bad.” He hums against the others skin, biting him hard before running his tongue over the spot softly. Jackson lost himself in just kissing and biting and teasing for a moment, his head spinning slightly and yeah, maybe he was using the other’s body for some support while he stood helpless with bound hands. One hand finally trails lower, finger tips dancing along Noah’s length with nothing to offer for friction, but feeling him had Jackson humming against Noah’s neck as he continued to mark him up. “Jesus you’re so fucking hard.”

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Noah: The sounds Jackson made only served to make Noah more desperate, fingers curling and uncurling behind his back. There was something very satisfying about the knowledge that it was his mouth drawing those sounds out of him, about seeing Jackson's control slip.

His eyes fluttered briefly closed when Jackson whined, the sound going straight to Noah's cock. He wanted to make Jackson make that sound again, was tempted to tug against his hand once more just to try--but then Jackson tangled his other hand in his hair, doubling his hold, and Noah moaned, let himself be held in place so that Jackson could fuck his mouth roughly, clearly chasing his orgasm now. Noah's eyes opened again just in time to watch Jackson's face when he came, trying to fully absorb the look on his face even as he was moaning himself, hips thrusting again into nothing. He swallowed eagerly, whined a little at Jackson's nonsensical praise, his tongue working at Jackson's length as much as he could.

If he'd known Jackson was at all worried about how long it took him to pull away, Noah likely would have laughed. For his part, he groaned his displeasure when Jackson's hands loosened their grip on his hair, let out a louder sound of protest when he pulled away. Panting, he tried to chase Jackson and his lips brushed a faint kiss over Jackson's shaft before the hand on his face managed to pull his attention away. He looked a little bit dazed for a moment, tongue running over his lips, savoring the taste of Jackson that lingered there--and then his lips curled into a breathless smile at the way Jackson was looking at him. He went easily when he was tugged to his feet, rising gracelessly on legs gone a little bit shaky. He seemed steady enough once he was on his feet though, preening at Jackson's praise and leaning into his kisses.

Forgetting himself, he tried to reach out and touch Jackson--and was stopped by the belt around his wrist, the slight dig of the leather making him groan a little. Hands still bound, he could only stand where Jackson put him, head rolling back as the other man kissed his neck. "I was good," he repeated faintly, and then let out a loud, shameless moan when Jackson bit him, the jolt of pain making his hips rock forward. Jackson's teasing drew a stream of little whimpers out of him, his bottom lip caught between his teeth--but he was pliant and obedient, didn't beg for more even though he so desperately wanted it. His whole body gave a little jolt when Jackson's fingers danced over his cock, muscles tensing all over at even the slightest attention to his neglected length, which had been drooling precome for a while now. Toes curling on the kitchen floor, he said, "Yeah," a breathless little agreement. "Yeah, 'm so hard for you. Feel so good, you using me. Tell me I was good again, please, sugar."

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Jackson: Jackson’s breath was harsh and ragged, the muscles in his stomach clenching as he came down, Noah’s tongue working over his length in a way that forced more noises from Jackson’s lips. As much as he just wanted to stay there for a while, buried deep in Noah’s mouth, when Jackson looked down at Noah, seeing how needy and desperate he was, hard and bucking into nothing to offer any semblance of relief, Jackson felt another hunger building inside of him. He’d taken what he wanted, and he was already to take more. To steal noises from Noah’s lips, now that he’d brought him to a point of desperation. Jackson smiles against the salty skin of Noah’s shoulders as he feels the other man strain against the belt that bound his wrists, and he felt a little warmth in his belly, smug that Noah was at his mercy for once, needy and eager.

Jackson’s breath remained heavy, eyes blinking slowly as he presses a few soft kisses to marks he’d left in his wake along the column of Noah’s throat. The way Noah sounded had Jackson pressing himself a little more forward, a finger running over the top of Noah’s length, rounding over the tip, swiping over the dampness of his precome. “Hmmm.” Jackson hums, pulling his lips back enough to look at Noah’s face, soak in the expression and the way his voice sounded. His hand comes up, taking a moment to suck Noah’s precome off his finger, a coy smirk playing on his lips. “You were real good.” He says, finally pressing himself up against Noah harshly, letting Noah’s length grind against his belly for a moment before stilling, his lips hovering over Noah’s. “And I’ve got a feeling you’re gonna keep being good for me. But first I’m gonna have to take you upstairs, because as much as I wanna take you right here and now, I’m gonna need some lube, and because you were so good, somewhere a little nicer for you to lay down then on the floor.” Jackson peels himself away again, continuously trying to work Noah up, curious to see how long it would be able to last. Jackson nudges Noah’s arm, moving him towards the stairs as he lets himself fall a step behind just so he is able to take the opportunity to slap Noah’s ass hard, leaving it the slightest shade of pink. “Faster you move, faster I’ll be touching you again.”

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Noah: Noah gave a weak little whimper at the finger that swiped over his tip, tongue darting out over his lips as he watched Jackson lick that finger clean. He breathed out a quiet, "Oh, fuck," at the combination of that sight and the praise, but it was Jackson pressing against him, giving his needy cock a bit of the attention he was so desperate for, that made him moan again, loud and needy. His head fell back, mouth hanging open and eyes fluttering closed as he rubbed himself helplessly against Jackson's belly--though he forced himself still with a groan when Jackson stopped moving, sank his teeth into his bottom lip with the effort it took.

He nodded quickly at the comment about how he was going to keep being good, hips giving a few involuntary little twitches, because Jackson was pressed so close, and talking about taking him, and God, Noah really couldn't be blamed for being unable to hold himself still in the face of that. He whined when Jackson pulled away, stumbling half a step after him before the nudge to his arm redirected him and he nodded, said, "Yeah, fuck, okay, God, I'll be so good, sugar, want you to fuck me," as he turned, headed for the stairs, bound hands curling and uncurling at his back. The crack of Jackson's hand against his ass made him gasp, stumble a little as he was reaching the stairs, and for a moment he was tempted to get on his knees right there and beg for more of that--but no, Jackson was right, the faster he moved, the faster he could have more, so with a petulant little whine and a glance over his shoulder, he kept moving.

He did make a point of shaking his ass just a little as he stumbled up the stairs, unsteady with the combination of bound hands and frantic arousal, but doing his level best to show off. At the top of the stairs, he turned, swaying towards Jackson and walking backwards towards his room. "Where do you want me, baby?" he asked, a little breathless. "You gonna spank me? Fuck, you should spank me, god, Jackson, tell me how you want me. Gonna be so fucking good for you, do whatever you want, sugar."

- 

Jackson: Having been able to come, Jackson’s hunger was sated enough for the moment that he could tease and really savour the reactions from Noah. His usual impatience had given way to wanting draw out every single one of those noises, knowing that in this moment, only he could give Noah what he really wanted. He couldn’t help but smirk fondly with the way that Noah rubbed up against him, and he had to hold himself back from just sinking to his own knees and just giving Noah what he so desperately needed. But no, he was a little more patient for the moment, and with Noah looking as good as he was right now, there were a hell of a lot of things he wanted to do with the other, and it would probably best to get them both up to the bedroom first.

The fond look doesn’t cease when it becomes clear just how hard Noah was trying to be good now, and for that, it earned a small kiss to his shoulder as they made their way to the stairs, though of course the slap to his ass came quickly after. The reaction was a hell of a lot better than Jackson could have expected, and he took a moment to run his hand over the curve of one of Noah’s cheeks, because, well, with that view in his eyeline, Jackson couldn’t help but touch. A low chuckle falls from his lips because the way Noah was moving wasn’t lost on him, the slight sway of his hips, and all it did was made Jackson reach out again, hand groping over his ass, teasing in a way like he could touch him deeper, but never quiet getting there. “Damn.” He mumbles as he watches the other make his way up the stairs, smirking and making it all too obvious just how much he was ogling him when Noah turned around and started walking backwards.

Jackson licks his lips, mind running because there were so many things he wanted to do Noah, and he had to remind himself to calm down and not get impatient again. He wanted to enjoy this, to savour the escape that Noah was offering for as long as possible.  “Fuck... where don’t I want you is the better question.” He hums as he saunters closer to Noah, hands reaching out, splaying over Noah’s chest to touch him greedily. “I can do whatever I want? That’s a little dangerous, you might be stuck in here with me for quite a while.” He teases, slowly inching forward, eyes mischievous. With a quick movement, Jackson makes Noah turn, pushing him down on the bed on his front, a hand coming down quick for a sharp slap to his ass again. He knew with an open palm and just his hand it wasn’t like he could really do any damage, though that was at the back of his mind, a moment of hesitation. But this wasn’t an event, and he wasn’t whipping Noah, and he could feel the sting in his own palm in a way that fired him up as well. “Fuck you look good with your ass up for me.” He says, another slap echoing, Jackson’s hand taking a moment to run over red skin shifting himself more onto to the bed between Noah’s legs, nudging them apart a little so he had a better view, his hand groping, his thumb teasing over Noah’s entrance just for a moment. “Must feel good, being able to rub up against something, huh?” He breathes, and without warning, he grabs Noah’s hips, tugs then back so his ass would be more propped up in the air, and his length wouldn’t be able to find any more friction for the moment. In the same swift movement, Jackson moves forward himself, tongue swiping a broad stroke over Noah’s entrance, and then pulling back to bite one of Noah’s ass cheeks, fingers biting into his hips roughly. “How’re you doing over there?” He grins wickedly even if Noah wouldn’t be able to see it. “Fuck you’re a sight.” Jackson muses, letting himself just look at Noah with his ass up, and hands bound like he was.  

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Noah: Jackson's groping hands had Noah biting his lip to hold back a needy little whimper, swollen lips stretching into a very pleased little smile a moment later when his head cleared enough for him to take in the way Jackson was looking at him. He leaned into the hands on his chest, smile growing slightly, turning just a little bit soft as his eyes shifted over Jackson, all naked and gorgeous. "Yeah?" he said quietly, gaze caught on Jackson's mouth, hands twitching at his back with the desperate desire to touch him. "I can live with that, sugar," he returned, and then gasped a little in surprise when he was shoved onto the bed.

Jackson slapped his ass again and Noah moaned into the mattress, pushed his hips back for more, let out another little noise when his squirming gave his cock a little bit of friction. Face smashed against the mattress without his hands to push him up, he squirmed a little more, turned his head to the side so he could get a full breath--and immediately let it out in a rush when Jackson told him how good he looked and then followed it up by slapping him again. "God," he said, letting out a breathless laugh, eyes falling closed with a smile that was very nearly blissful. "Fuck, sugar," he murmured, a little nonsensical, and let himself be nudged to Jackson's liking, hips rolling lazily against the bed, both to press into Jackson's hands and to grind his cock against the mattress. He let out a tiny, breathy sound when Jackson's thumb teased as his entrance, nodded at his question with a little, "Mhmm," though the agreement turned to a whine when Jackson pulled his hips up and away from the mattress, snatching away that little bit of relief.

In truth, he liked Jackson stopping him, but that didn't stop the noise he made from sounding just a little bit wounded. His complaining was quickly forgotten, though, with that swipe of Jackson's tongue. Eyes opening, Noah let out a shocked moan, craned his neck to try to see Jackson over his shoulder--mostly unsuccessful, and that made him groan, turn his face back into the mattress, hands grasping at nothing and bound wings fluttering a little. "Baby, baby, fuck, please," he said, not really sure what he was begging for, forehead pressed into the bed. It took him a moment before he could turn his head again, breathe out a little laugh at Jackson's question. "I'm good, sugar, god damn," he said. "I'm so good, want you, baby, fuck." Lips curling into a smile, he pushed his ass up a little more, said, "I like you lookin' at me. God, that feels good." His fingers fluttered a little, reaching for Jackson before curling into fists. "Jackson, c'mon, keep touchin' me, sugar. There's lube in the drawer, or hit me again, or--fuck, god, anything, darlin', I need it. You're gonna fuck me, right? God, I want you to fuck me so bad, baby, give it to me real good, c'mon, I'm being good, gimme more, sugar, gimme."

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Jackson: Jackson soaked in every reaction from Noah, and whether or not Noah realized it, he was putting on one hell of a show. It was to the point that Jackson already felt like touching himself again, but with a greedy reaper under his hands, his focus was quickly pulled back to Noah. Jackson’s hand came back down on Noah’s ass, enjoying the reactions the impact drew from the other. God, he would have loved to watch Noah rub himself off on the bed while he did nothing but tease, but Jackson was greedy too, and he wanted to be the one to make Noah come, well, at least the first time. “God, you like that don’t you? Such a fucking slut.” He hums, because he knew Noah liked it a little mean, his hand running over the redness and the bite mark on Noah’s ass, before giving him another sharp slap. “Too bad I left my phone downstairs, I’d love to get a picture of this as a souvenir... next time though.” He says, grinning at just how desperate Noah was becoming. “Yeah yeah, I know where the lube is, but you’re gonna have to be patient, because I’ve got more I wanna do to you before I fuck you.” He growls, teasing but also letting Noah know that he definitely was going to be fucked. “But keep up with the begging, and maybe at some point I’ll be nice... maybe.” Jackson’s hand runs over Noah’s ass one more time, teasing him for a moment before he moves up a bit, hands moving to the belt around Noah’s wrists. “Now, stay still.” He says, undoing them quickly. “Don’t get too excited...” he hums, taking a second to rub Noah’s wrists, only for a moment before he grabs Noah, prompting him to turn over.

“Arms up.” He says, grabbing Noah’s wrists before he really got a chance to move, using the belt again to secure them through the headboard, leaving Noah splayed out on the bed. Jackson moves back, giving the belt a little tug around Noah’s wrists, making sure it was secure, but loose enough that Noah could strain against them a bit, and flip over, should Jackson need to. Jackson looks down on Noah, not touching him for a moment, just looking, eyes grazing over him slowly, licking his lips. “You want me to give you more, huh? But I don’t think I’m done teasing you just yet.” He says, giving Noah a wicked smirk before dipping down, kissing him roughly, savouring his lips. “Mmmm you taste good.” He hums, moving so that his lips trail over his jaw, throat, and chest, taking his time nipping, and sucking, his hands teasing over Noah’s stomach. He takes a moment to run his tongue over one of Noah’s nipples before biting down hard, eyes flickering up to watch Noah as he moved lower, hands gripping Noah’s thighs, forcing them a little wider. Jackson moves lower, kisses and bites over Noah’s stomach, ensuring he’d be particularly marked up, as he moved his was lower, hovering over Noah’s aching cock as if he’s going to give in, but he quickly moves to bite against the inside of one of Noah’s thighs, eyes watching the other all the while.

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Noah: Noah couldn't help the sounds that slipped past his lips with every slap of Jackson's hand on his ass, but it was Jackson calling him a slut that made him moan and arch off the bed, head turning once more to hide his face. "Yeah, baby, fuck, I like that, more, please," he said, pushing back into Jackson's hands. His hips gave a little jolt at the thought of Jackson taking his picture like this, all tied up and spanked and desperate, and--"Next time," he agreed with feeling, turning his head again so that Jackson would be sure to hear him. "Take my picture next time, sugar, all tied up like a present for you."

He cast the sulkiest look he could manage over his shoulder--not particularly sulky, really, given how good he was feeling, but he tried--when Jackson said he'd have to be patient, but the assurance that he was going to fuck him was enough to pacify him a little, and anyway--"Want you to do all of it," he said greedily, and then added, "Please, baby, I want it all so much," because Jackson had said he wanted more begging, and that was something Noah was happy to do. He lifted his head off the mattress a little when Jackson's hands found his wrists, eyebrows raising curiously, fingers already wiggling a little with anticipation, hoping he was going to be allowed to touch--but Jackson's warning came before he could get his hopes up too high, and he let out an exaggerated groan as he let himself be guided onto his back, a petulant noise that didn't quite match the way his lips had curled up fondly at the attention paid to his wrists.

"I wanna touch you," he complained, though he was lifting his arms up over his head obediently as he said it, wrapping long fingers round the headboard and stretching his legs out leisurely. As Jackson carefully secured him, Noah took the opportunity to look at him, gaze roving over every inch of the other man with unconcealed desire. His eyes flicked back up to Jackson's face when he stilled, Noah's breath catching as Jackson looked at him--he found himself wishing he could at least push the sweaty hair out of his face, make himself look his best, but God, with the way Jackson was looking at him, it didn't seem to matter. "More teasing then," he breathed out, licking his lips. "Just more," and then he was lifting himself up as best he could to meet Jackson's kiss, slumping down again only when Jackson turned his attention to his jaw.

"You taste better," he countered, closing his eyes for a moment only to open them again to watch as Jackson shifted down from his neck to his chest. "Christ, Jackson, fuck," he said, and now his hands tugged a little at their bindings. Jackson looked so fucking good, was the thing, and Noah wanted so badly to touch him. His struggling was short-lived though, brought to an abrupt stop when Jackson stopped to tease his nipple and then bit him, made him cry out and arch off the bed briefly. The tugging stopped after that, Noah's hands simply clutching at the headboard as he watched Jackson, eagerly spreading his legs for him and breathing out quiet little moans of encouragement at every catch of his teeth. He was practically holding his breath as he watched Jackson hover over him, but he let it out in a sound that was practically a sob when Jackson bit him again instead. "Baby, please, please, god," he said, head falling back as he squirmed a little beneath Jackson's mouth, still clutching at the headboard to ground him. "Won't come unless you say, I swear, fuck, please just fucking touch me. Pretty baby, please, you gotta touch me, god damn, I can't--fuckin' my face like you did, and now markin' me up, please, it's so good, please touch me."

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Jackson: "You like it when I'm mean to you, don't you? Just a whore for me to use, huh?" He hums, hands running over the other's body greedily, a little smirk given when Noah seemed so keen on the idea of a picture being taken of him like that, and god, he was real tempted to go downstairs and get his phone, because that was something he'd want to hang on to. But no, his patience wasn't that good, and the promise of next time meant that there would be a next time, which was a thought that Jackson was fond of. "You're lucky to beg so pretty." Jackson's grins as he repositions the other. "You might just get what you want." A laugh bubbles up in his chest at Noah's whining complaint, shaking his head and letting out a small 'tsk'. "Well too bad. I'm feeling greedy and I like watching you struggle."

Jackson liked being in charge, in fact, he'd almost forgotten just how much he liked being in charge, since he hadn't really had much of a chance since coming to the island. And maybe there was a little bit of fondness towards Noah for letting him boss him around, for being able to submit in this way. And since Noah was allowing it, Jackson was going to make sure it was damn good for him, even if that meant teasing the hell out of him. "Is that so?" He hums as his lips trail over the other's body, taking his sweet time with worshipping every inch he could, biting and sucking, tongue darting out soothingly every so often. "Because you taste pretty damn good." He hums, voice catching for a moment at the way Noah swore. "And you sound real fucking amazing too." He says with an added groan of his own, feeling himself start to really get worked up again. "Fuck, Noah." he breathes at the way that the other man arches into him, his moans and his whines so good that Jackson could feel himself getting hard again. "You're so fucking eager for it." He says. "So fucking desperate for me, god, Noah, you're driving me fucking wild here." He says, words falling out on their own accord for a moment, lost in the way he was lavishing the other's skin, leaving dark marks on the inside of Noah's thighs, much like the ones the reaper had left for him. Finally, satisfied with the marks, he looks up, eyes shifting from Noah's face, to his drooling length, so hard and neglected for so long. He hovers over once again, breathing heavy and hot against Noah's length, his smirk twitching slightly on his lips. "Just a few more seconds, promise." He says before very quickly shifting away, moving to open the drawer, grab the lube, and toss it on the bed beside Noah for easy access. Jackson moves quickly back between Noah's legs, hands running up and down his thighs. "Now where was I..." He says, teasingly, pausing for a moment before he dips down, his tongue licking over Noah's tip, a long and slow stroke, cleaning up any precome and making a show of enjoying it. "Fuck." He breathes before going back in, lips wrapping around Noah's cock, hands pressing against Noah's hips gently, not so much to hold him down, but to feel just how much he would squirm as he sunk down on the other's cock. He moves at a steady pace, taking Noah in deep the first time, and holding it there for a moment, watching the reaction before pulling back, swirling his tongue over the tip a few times before sinking back down again, setting a fairly steady pace.

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Noah: Noah could only nod for a moment, words momentarily stolen by how much he liked Jackson calling him a whore, talking about using him. He did like Jackson being mean to him--that much was pretty obvious, given that it made him that much more pliant, had him shifting into Jackson's hands as they moved, trying to give him more of whatever he chose to touch.

"Mean," he said quietly when Jackson dismissed his complaining, but there was no heat in it, Noah's voice too obviously breathless with desire to hold any bite. He did want to touch Jackson sort of desperately, but God if Jackson telling him no and taking what he wanted instead didn't feel good. The care Jackson took in marking Noah up had him writhing a little beneath him, just as desperate and eager as Jackson said--though his saying it made Noah whine a little, a plaintive, needy sound that turned into a faint, incredulous laugh, because, "I'm driving you wild? God, baby."

Noah groaned, hips shifting restlessly as he watched Jackson leave marks on his thighs, though he couldn't help but shift himself back towards Jackson's mouth any time he wiggled away from it. "Make 'em dark, sugar," he encouraged, just before Jackson lifted himself up, breath ghosting over his cock and making Noah bite back a plaintive little moan at the sight of his smirk, because--well, whatever, he really liked that smirk, as always, and it had been a while since he'd got to see it, and he really didn't have the brain power right now to think too hard about why, exactly, he'd missed it so much.

"Please," he whispered, and then let out a frustrated huff when Jackson moved away, hands tugging at the belt once more if only because he wanted to follow. It was only a few seconds, at least, as Jackson promised, and then he was back, hands warm on Noah's thighs, and he was leaning in, and--

Noah gasped when Jackson finally, finally touched him, the slow drag of his tongue over his cock making him arch up towards him, voice momentarily stolen by how good it felt, how gorgeous Jackson looked. It was only when Jackson swore, finally took his length into his mouth properly, that Noah sagged into the bed again and let out the sound that was caught in his throat--a loud, breathy moan that quickly turned into, "Oh, oh God, thank you, baby, yeah, sugar, your mouth, fuck, that feels so fucking good, please, please, don't stop." He could feel Jackson watching him, but he couldn't quite hold his gaze, if only because he couldn't quite hold his head up--it had fallen back against the headboard, open eyes fixed on the ceiling now as he writhed a little beneath Jackson's hands, knees bending so that he could push his hips up a little into them like he might be able to make him move faster, give him more. The grateful rambling kept coming, a steady stream that he didn't seem entirely aware of, his cock drooling more precome as he gasped out, "Jackson, sugar, just like that, thank you, baby, thank you. Feel so good, you feel so good. Want you to spank me harder one day, sugar, I can take more, I can take--baby, I'll take it so nice, oh God, I wanna come, I want more, I want--fuck, Jackson."

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Jackson: “Yeah, I’m real mean. But you like it. ” Jackson grins as Noah continues to writher and whine beneath him, and the feeling control he felt was intoxicating, and Noah’s reactions were only adding to that. “Yeah, you squirming and moaning all desperate like that, you’re driving me real wild.” He hums against Noah’s skin, because he just couldn’t help himself from letting Noah know just how much he was enjoying this.

“Yeah, yeah, you’re not really in any position to be making demands.” Jackson grins as Noah asks him to make the marks dark, but quickly after his teeth sink into bruising skin, giving Noah exactly what he wanted because, well, he wanted Noah to have these marks for a while because he was selfish.

When Jackson was finally sucking Noah’s cock, he felt himself getting hard again, Noah’s words and noises sounding so damn good. He lets out a little involuntary groan at the way Noah was straining slightly, trying to get him to move quicker, his eyes never wavering from watching the others head fall back onto the pillow. He liked listening to Noah beg and moan for him, so desperate to keep Jackson from stopping. But, with the hips pushing up against his hand, Jackson slows, pulling his mouth away from Noah’s cock to replace it with a slow and stroking hand. “Stop it.” He says in a low voice, a playful grin on his lips. “If I wanna go slow, I’m gonna go slow. Keep your hips still.” He says before being unable to resist from leaning in an licking a broad stroke over Noah’s length. He waits for a moment before resuming, lips wrapping around Noah’s cock again, moving just a little slower this time, his hands moving to grab the lube. Eyes flicker up as he makes a small show of dripping some onto his fingers, sucking Noah off slowly and teasingly as he nudges Noah’s legs open a little wider and his hips a little up. His hand moves lower, rubbing over Noah’s ass before slipping a finger between his cheeks, teasing him by just running his finger over his entrance. Jackson keeps that up for a moment as he takes Noah deep into his mouth, his other hand resting on his stomach, holding him down as best he can.

Jackson pulls back slowly, finger still circling and teasing as he pulls back just enough to speak. “No coming yet.” He growls before taking Noah in deep again, feeling him hit the back of his throat as he slowly works his finger inside the other.

- 

Noah: Noah let out a little groan of complaint when Jackson pulled his mouth away, hips bucking once into his hand before he forced them still with a shaky breath. "Fuck," he said, squeezing his eyes shut as Jackson licked up his cock, and then, lifting his head to look at Jackson, "Sorry, baby, I'm sorry," before his head fell back again with a moan.

He couldn't quite keep himself entirely still, despite the apology--his hips still stuttered and squirmed slightly, but it was no longer an attempt to get more, merely a helpless reaction to how good he felt. The sound of the lube opening had him lifting his head again, and he made no attempt to hide his excitement as he watched Jackson slick up his fingers, eagerly spread his legs, bent his knees up further. That teasing finger made him groan, a muscle jumping in his stomach beneath Jackson's hand, but he held himself as still as he could, panted out, "Yeah, please, I want it," and then whined when Jackson's mouth left his cock again.

"No coming," he agreed quickly--he wouldn't have without permission anyway, at this point, but God if the way Jackson said it, all rough and commanding, didn't make him even more inclined to obey. "No coming yet, baby, I won't, please, just--oh, oh, wow, yeah, yes, God, Jackson, that's so fucking sweet, thank you." His head fell back once more, thunking loudly against the headboard this time, but he didn't seem to notice--no, he was too busy shifting his grip on the headboard, hips moving a little despite Jackson's warning, trying to work himself down onto Jackson's finger in a way that didn't seem totally conscious. "I can take more than one," he assured, breathless and needy, as if Jackson might be going slow out of concern and not simply to tease him. His hips shifted and rolled, searching for more of the stretch of Jackson's finger. "Please, God, Jackson, I want you so much, gimme, c'mon, I'll take it so nice for you, I won't come, I won't, baby, please."

- 

Jackson: Jackson enjoyed the noises that Noah made when he pulled away, and it was so tempting to keep teasing like he was, to make Noah continue to beg as he was sure he would. But Jackson was also growing increasingly needy, and the way Noah was squirming beneath him wasn't helping one bit. He liked how much Noah struggled to keep his hips still as they continued to twitch anxiously beneath him, his tongue swirling around the head of Noah's cock before he sinks down on it again, taking him in deep until his nose brushed against his stomach, looking up all the while.

Jackson moved slowly, watching and soaking in every reaction as he teased Noah's hole, the way that Noah spread himself out so eagerly for him. It had Jackson groaning around Noah's cock as he pushed the single digit in deep, lips curling up as best they could at the way that Noah tried to push himself deeper. Of course Jackson knew he could handle more than one finger, he just wanted to tease, so that's what he did for a few more moments, slowly easing his single finger in and out slowly as he bobbled his head at an equally glacial pace, each time sinking down deep so Noah's cock was practically down his throat. Jackson slowed even more after a few minutes, slipping off of Noah's cock but still mouthing at it, his tongue running up and down as he eases his finger back. "Patience..." He hums. "I'm not gonna fuck you yet, I wanna see you come all over yourself" He says, finally giving Noah permission and without warning, Jackson quickly pushes two fingers into Noah, feeling him stretch a little more, his other hand moving to stroke over Noah's cock quickly, lewdly licking over his tip, cleaning up any dribbling precome that there was. "God you're a fucking sight, I wanna see you make a mess all over yourself, I wanna see how hard you come while I'm fingering you like this, you know you want to, you're so fucking desperate for it, you're practically fucking yourself on my fingers. How much do you want it huh?" He says, his voice low and teasing as his gaze remains locked on the reaper, not willing to miss a moment. "C'mon Noah, I want you to show me how much of a fucking slut you are for me, c'mon, make a pretty mess for me."

- 

Noah: Noah closed his eyes and moaned at the combined sensations of Jackson groaning around his length at the same time that his finger pushed in deep. "Baby, god damn," he said. "Your mouth, you're so--god, sugar." He was rather tellingly at a loss for words as Jackson continued to tease him, bound hands still braced against the headboard, though he'd mostly stopped pushing himself down now, willing to let Jackson set the pace now that his finger was at least moving. His hips weren't entirely still of course, shifting in helpless little rolls, the muscles in his stomach jumping with the effort it took to keep his hips from bucking.

Turning his head, he pushed sweaty hair from his forehead with his arm before sinking his teeth into his own biceps to stifle the noises that were slipping past his lips. He was so close, brought right to the edge by Jackson's teasing and held there--and as always, when Noah was so close to coming, he lost track of the otherwise endless stream of words, could only whine into his own arm, eyes closed tight.

He found his voice again only when Jackson slowed further, pulled away, and then only to whine out a pleading, "No," afraid that Jackson was going to stop entirely. He didn't though--no, instead he gave Noah permission to come, finally, gave him another finger, stretching him so sweet, and--"Oh, God, Jackson," he said, and then he was working his hips down onto Jackson's fingers again, panting shamelessly. He nodded along as Jackson spoke, and though words seemed to have largely abandoned him again, he whispered, "Yeah, yeah, want it," in agreement. It was Jackson's encouragement, Jackson calling him a slut once more, that finally pushed him over the edge, the rush of the little barb making him arch up off the bed. His hips worked, fucking himself on Jackson's fingers for one more moment before he stilled, came hard all over his own stomach and chest with only a broken little whimper.

He was frozen for a long moment, his back still arched off the bed, hips stuttering a little, lips parted though no sound came out--and then, finally, he slumped back into the mattress, panting. With his hands bound, he couldn't reach down and pull Jackson up to kiss him like he wanted, and he didn't quite have the words to ask for it yet, so he only rolled his hips on Jackson's fingers once more, making himself moan and squirm. His knee tipped inwards, nudging at Jackson's shoulder, his hands finally relaxing against the headboard. "Thank you," he breathed, the only words he could quite grasp just yet.

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Jackson: Jackson couldn’t help the flicker of a smile when Noah breathed out that single word, begging him not to stop, and while Jackson was being a bit mean, he wasn’t about to be that mean. The way Noah rocked against him so desperately made Jackson groan a little more, wanting to try to solidify this sight in his memory. “Yeah, that’s it.” He breathes as he continues to work his fingers into Noah, stretching him out and curling inside of him, brushing against his prostate as he urged Noah over the edge.

“Fuck.” He breathes as Noah arches up, his fingers thrusting inside him, and his hand stroking his cock in unison as he finally came, and Jackson couldn’t help the moan that left his lips or the way his own hips twitched and tried to rub up against whatever he could. “Oh my god, you’re fucking gorgeous.” He breathes as he watches Noah spill out all over himself, his hips continuing to rock shamelessly onto Jackson’s fingers and they kept the human moving, helping him ride out his high even after Noah slumped down onto the bed, because watching his moans turn to over stimulated whimpers was just too good. Then came the little words of thanks, and that pulled at something deep in Jackson’s stomach, his smirk turning a little more fond. His hand stroking Noah’s cock slowed, before lifting away, though the two fingers inside him continued to move slowly, easing in and out. His now free hand moves, fingers running over Noah’s stomach and chest, smearing his spend a little with a small smile as he eases himself up more towards Noah. “God you’re so good.” He breathes, unable to help himself from taking two of his fingers and dipping them into his mouth for a taste as he moves himself up and closer to Noah’s lip. “Fuck, Noah, you taste good, wanna try?” He breathes, dipping his fingers over Noah’s chest again before running them over Noah’s lips, quickly covering them with his own for a heated kiss.

Jackson groans into the kiss, his body a little twisted as he continues to finger Noah slowly. He groans against Noah’s lips, his length brushing up against the other’s hip and he finds himself pressing up tight against the other for some added friction. “Fuck, Noah, you’re so fucking hot.” He breathes, finally removing his fingers because he can’t hold himself back anymore. Clumsily he reaches and feels around for the lube, kissing Noah roughly before pulling back enough so that he could slick himself up, shifting a nudging Noah’s knee up a little more as he positioned himself. Biting down on his bottom lip, his gaze flickers from Noah’s face downward, watching as he pushes himself into the other, letting out a breathy hiss between his teeth. “Oh god.” He breathes, rolling his hips forward slowly, leaning back down as a hand moves over Noah’s chest again, spreading the mess a little more as it moves all the way up to grip Noah’s chin, hovering over him, forcing him to look at him as he pushes himself in completely. “God you feel good... tell me how that feels Noah, I wanna know how you feel right now.

- 

Noah: Noah's lips curled up at Jackson's praise, even as he couldn't help but let out a quiet groan at the way Jackson smeared the come on his chest--he must have looked a sight, really, sweaty and flushed and now covered in his own come, marked by Jackson's mouth, but Jackson thought he was gorgeous, Jackson said he was good. He still hadn't quite found his words again, what with the way Jackson's fingers were still working in him, but that didn't stop him from flexing a little, tipping his head to smile at Jackson--and then breathing out a quiet sound at the sight of him licking his fingers clean.

He nodded at Jackson's question, lips parting a little for Jackson's fingers, clearly intending to suck on them, but before he could they were gone, replaced by Jackson's lips--and really, that was what Noah had wanted anyway, so he just let out an answering groan against Jackson's lips, did his level best to lick the taste of himself from the other man's mouth. He'd gone a little bit languid, less urgent now that he'd come, but the press of Jackson's cock against his hip had Noah lifting up again, trying to rub against him. It wasn't quite where he wanted him, but it was still good, and he grinned when Jackson spoke again, a soft, pleased sort of smile, basking in the praise.

Of course, that grin shifted as soon as Jackson's fingers slipped out of him, brow furrowing with a little whine, hips tilting up to follow Jackson at the sudden emptiness. The frenzied search for the lube and Jackson's urgent kisses were enough to distract him, moving easily where Jackson nudged him. "Gimme," he said quietly, eyes locked on Jackson's face as he pushed in, even when a loud, helpless moan slipped past his lips at the stretch. He wanted to remember Jackson's face, was all--remember what he looked like with Noah making him feel good.

It was only at the first roll of Jackson's hips that Noah's eyes closed, his own hips giving a little jerk. It was so much, so good, so soon after he'd come that it was almost overwhelming, though he knew it would soon give way to pleasure again, wouldn't be long before he was begging Jackson for more, harder, faster, to let him come a second time. He whimpered when Jackson's hand rubbed over his chest once more, making a mess of him, eyes opening easily enough when that hand found his chin.

"Baby," was all the answer he gave at first, the word a quiet plea before he shook his head against the grip on his chin, exhaled in a huff and forced himself to focus, to find his voice. Jackson wanted him to talk, and Noah was good at talking. Meeting Jackson's gaze again, he licked his lips, long legs shifting to wrap around Jackson as if he might keep him close. When he finally spoke, his voice was a little bit shaky, though the words came faster the more he spoke, quiet but urgent, his best attempt to articulate what he was feeling. "So good, I--god, it's so good, baby. So full and--you lookin' at me feels so nice, can't get enough of it, of you, your cock. Hot all over and all full of you. Feel so good, so--sugar, fuck, so filthy for you, a--a whore for you to use, like you said, and it's so good, it's almost too much, but I just want you to use me. Jackson, c'mon, please use me. I'm bein' good, ain't I, please."

- 

Jackson: Whether or not Noah realized what he was doing to Jackson with the way he remained so wordlessly needy, Jackson didn’t know, but what he did know was that he wanted to do this a hell of a lot more often. For the moment he wasn’t thinking about where he was or what was going on in his head, no, for the moment all that mattered was him, and Noah, and drawing out every single one of those sweet noises that were practically daring him to lose control. With the first roll of Jackson’s hips, he lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding, pushing in steady and deep, not going too slow or too gentle because he knew Noah wanted it this way. The human’s breath caught when Noah’s hips jerked, so telling of the over stimulation he was surely feeling by his point. Jackson rolled his hips once again, smooth and steady before snapping them close his hips audibly hitting against Noah’s forcing a moan from his chest with just how damn good he felt.

Jackson didn’t let up his grip on the other’s chin, nor the rolling of his hips, snapping back in each time at the last moment, because he wanted to see how Noah looked when he fucked him like this. His eyes were lidded, pupils blown wide with arousal as he thrust into the other and soaked in the expression on his face. And then he spoke, and Jackson’s lips curled up fondly, his own gaze wavering just a touch at Noah’s words. “God you are filthy aren’t you?” He groans, voice catching on his last word as he snapped his hips against Noah again. “Too much and you’re still begging to be used, fuck.” His own words were becoming less directed, his face dipping to nose at Noah’s cheek for a moment, breathlessly moaning in his ear as he let go of his chin, his hand moving to settle on his chest while the other was used to help prop himself up some. “Goddamnit Noah.” He says, succumbing more to his own pleasure, using the hand on Noah’s chest to push himself up, thrusting in harder and quicker now, looking down at the other with a lusty and wicked look.

His fingers splay over his chest, moving up for a moment, and he had the urge to wrap them around his throat, just enough to see his face flush even more, but then—he froze for a moment, hips stuttering, head tilting back with a hitched breath. Not enough to give away that the urge was suddenly overwhelmed with the memory of the event and no, choking him probably wasn’t the best idea right now, though he wasn’t sure if it was for Noah’s sake or his own. So instead he diverts, pushing aside that thought and “God I wanna fuck you harder.” He breathes pulling himself out suddenly, moving himself up to tug at Noah’s wrists to make sure he had enough slack on the belt so that his arms wouldn’t be all twisted up and would be able to at least somewhat support him. “C’mon, flip over.” He says gruffly, impatiently, fingers already clawing to assist Noah in flipping over, grunting, his own neediness far more apparent now. “That’s it.” He hums as Noah flips onto his stomach, helping to guide his hips up, smirking a little at the way his ass was once again on display. Jackson wasted no time pumping his hand over his length before sliding himself back into Noah roughly, forcing himself as deep as possibly, fingers biting into Noah’s hips as if he could draw him back and even closer. He held that there for a moment, letting go of the reapers hips to lean himself over the other, a hand reaching for a fist full of Noah’s hair, tugging his face back enough so that Jackson could nip and kiss at his cheek and jaw. His breath was heavy and staggered as he started moving his hips again, snapping in harder each time, because he sure as hell wanted Noah to feel this the next day. “You’re being so good, fuck, you feel so fucking good.” He murmurs, his own eyes closed for a moment before he uses his grip on Noah’s hair to push his face down into the mattress, sitting himself up a bit straighter to thrust into Noah hard and rough, groaning all the while.

- 

Noah: The way Jackson smiled at him when he spoke lit something warm in Noah’s chest, and if Jackson hadn’t been in the middle of fucking him, hips snapping against Noah like he meant to leave bruises, Noah might have managed to smile back. As it was, he was quickly distracted by Jackson calling him filthy, could only nod and lift his hips to meet Jackson’s, bound hands braced against the headboard to keep his head from rocking into it which each thrust.

It was too much still, the kind of intense that made him want to squirm away, but though he had to catch his bottom lip between his teeth to keep from whining each time Jackson moved, he still made himself press into Jackson’s every touch instead of away. He turned his head to brush his lips over Jackson’s cheek when the human leaned in, arms tugging briefly against their binding when he straightened up again—Noah wanted to kiss him more, and his instinct was to pull him back in, but there was no pulling Jackson anywhere right now.

“Fuck, sugar,” he said, breath catching when Jackson picked up his pace, a loud, throaty moan slipping past his lips. “So good, so good, like that,” he said, and overstimulated or not, he was already getting hard again—that was a real benefit of being dead, he supposed. His eyes fluttered briefly closed, though he opened again when Jackson’s hand crept upward. Dazed and foggy, Noah tipped his chin up just a little bit, baring his throat—an invitation, though one that was quickly forgotten when Jackson’s stuttering hips startled a little sound out of him and he turned his head instead, pressed his forehead to his arm.

“Harder,” he echoed, lifting his hips for Jackson—and then whining when he pulled out instead of giving him what he’d just said he wanted. It took him a second to catch on to what Jackson was guiding him to do, but then he went easily, each little dig of Jackson’s fingers as he helped him turn over drawing a soft sound out of Noah. He wiggled his hips a little as he let Jackson guide him into the position he wanted, just clear-headed enough to be playful, to shake his ass for Jackson, a little smile on his lips where his head was propped against one bound arm. The smile disappeared into a gasp when Jackson thrust back into him, fast and deep and so, so good. “Fuck,” he said, brow furrowing as he pushed his hips back, hips wiggling now for an entirely different reason, the little movement making him moan. “Oh, fuck, fuck,” he repeated, arching up to follow the hand that pulled at his hair, and he was too breathless now to even turn his head and search for a kiss when he felt Jackson’s mouth on his jaw, eyes squeezed shut tight.

“Harder, please,” he said, and it wasn’t totally clear even to him whether he was referring to hand pulling at his hair or the way Jackson had started moving again, though he was certainly giving him the latter harder anyway. “Yeah, I’m good. I’m good, fuck, Jackson, that’s—fuck, God, that’s perfect, christ.” He let out a loud groan when his face was pressed into the mattress, teeth sinking into a pillow to muffle himself a little, hips rocking back to meet every thrust as best he could. The sounds Jackson made as he fucked him went straight to Noah’s cock, and after a moment, with a little whimper, he surrendered the pillow in his mouth just to turn his head a little and gasp out, “You sound so fucking good, I fucking love that, God, baby, makin' you sound like that."

- 

Jackson: Jackson appreciated how vocal Noah was, even in the midst of being fucked as roughly as he was. He liked hearing the rambling words caught up between moans, the way his voice hitched with each thrust. It drove him forward, made him know that Noah was enjoying this just as much as he was. He was also silently thankful for the fact that Noah was unbound and significantly more durable than him, settling that worry in the back of his mind that he could hurt him. Sure there were moments like he'd just had where he clearly still had some things to get over, but despite that Noah seemed to make it easy enough to put all of that aside.

With Noah turned over now, Jackson let his expressions go, losing himself to the rhythm of his hips thrusting into Noah, forcing his body to rock against the bed each time. He didn't bother to hold back the noises any more, because clearly Noah liked to know how he was making Jackson feel, and Jackson was at the point where he felt his control slipping, succumbing to the pleasure he was taking from the other. Jackson's head tilted back a bit, groaning at Noah's sweet beg for him to go harder, and with the way he said please, Jackson wasn't even able to resist, and his hips snapped ever harder, his fingers tugging at the hair to force him against the pillow and to arch his back more, a sight that was just all too delicious.

His other hand gripped at Noah's hip so roughly, trying to tug his hips back with each thrust that he was sure there was going to be bruises, and honestly he hoped there would be. Jackson couldn't help but moan into each thrust, especially with the way that Noah looked, ass up, face smothered into a pillow, it was quite a sight, not one that Jackson thought he was going to see when he'd first met the reaper. He could feel himself building up, it was hard not to with the way he was fucking Noah so hard and rough, but he knew he wanted Noah to come again before he did, so he let out a shaky breath, leaning over Noah again, his hips losing rhythm for a moment as he forced himself to hold off the inevitable. He tugs Noah's head up a bit so he can nip at his neck and shoulder, leaving even more marks in his wake, his other hand letting go of  Noah's hip to reach around, a smirk pressed against his neck when he feels just how hard he is. "God look at you, you can't get enough of this can you." He teases as he continues to rock into Noah, his fingers curling around the other man's cock, stroking him slow at first, wanting to savor his reaction. But quickly he spend up again, working to match his stroking along his length to the harsh rhythm of his hips, because yeah, maybe he wanted to make Noah come again right away, because maybe he wanted to make him an absolute shaking mess. He moves quicker, tugging at the reapers hair in a way he knew that he loved, biting against his neck possessively, fucking him just about as hard as he could. "You're gonna have to come for me again babe, I want you to come again, I wanna make you, c'mon, come for me, I wanna feel it." He murmurs against his skin, losing himself to the feeling, letting a small pet name slip in the wake of his pleasure, almost begging Noah to come so he could find his own release too.

- 

Noah: It seemed Jackson knew exactly what buttons to push to send Noah just that much more further into submission—the bruising grip on his hip, pulling him back to meet each thrust, the way he let his noises come a little more freely, the hand that pulled at his hair, shoving his face into the pillow, all of it combined to leave Noah a bit of a mess. He moaned helplessly, his body going that much more pliant for Jackson; his arms, which he’d had braced against the headboard, relaxed a little bit, let Jackson push him further up the bed with each thrust.

“Baby, baby, please,” he said, not quite sure what he was asking for—just more, probably, just for Jackson to keep going. His voice was quiet, a little bit breathless and a lot muffled by the pillow his face was mashed against, but the moan he let out when Jackson leaned down and pulled his head up again was much louder. He shifted, scrambling to support himself with his arms once more—and managing it, miraculously, though he nearly lost his balance when Jackson reached around to touch his cock, hips jolting as if he couldn’t decide whether to push into the touch or pull away from it. “Oh, God,” he said, and nodded, whined a little when the movement tugged at his hair. “Can’t get enough, baby, sugar, fuck me.”

Noah’s hands curled into fists as the hand on his cock sped up, mouth falling open on a gasp when his hair was tugged just so—and oh, Jackson was biting him again, and fucking him so hard, and Noah whined, shook his head against the hand in his hair, because no, no, he wanted to make Jackson come first—

Except then Jackson called him ‘babe’, and there was something about that, Jackson calling him something soft when he never had before, and doing it while fucking him like that, that drained all the fight out of Noah in a heartbeat. And really, anyway, Jackson fucking him after he’d come a second time would be good, too, Jackson using him to find his own release even though Noah would be sensitive, yeah, that was a good thought, and—and just like that, Noah was coming again, his release spilling over Jackson’s fingers without so much as a moan of warning, though the way he suddenly went still was fairly telling, muscles tightening around Jackson’s cock and breath coming in surprised little gasps. It was rare for Noah to be able to find words when he came, but he was still twitching with aftershocks, head tipped into Jackson’s hand, when he managed to whisper, “Don’t stop. Please.”

- 

Jackson: Jackson moaned against the way Noah seemed to get so overwhelmed, everything he was doing to him causing him to become nothing more than the mess Jackson wanted him to be. Jackson was panting, breathing so heavily as he continued to relentlessly thrust into Noah, forcing himself to hold back his own climax because he wanted to feel Noah come. The shaking of his head had Jackson growling against his ear, because in his own way, he was desperate for a release, and the longer Noah tried to hold out the more impatient he got.

He was just about to tell Noah to come once more when the reaper suddenly went quiet. "Oh fuck." Jackson breathed, taken by surprise with just how quickly Noah fell over the edge, his muscles tightening around Jackson in a way that had his hips missing a beat as he so desperately tried to hold out his own inevitable finish. "Oh god, of fuck, Noah." He says, continuing to stroke Noah but his control was slipping feeling the other's cum on his fingers as he tried to keep a steady pace but it was all but impossible.

Jackson let out a loud moan, somewhere caught between a groan and a cry as he thrust brutally into Noah, erratic and needy himself, fingers no longer able to hold on to the reaper, instead gripping onto his shoulder, and tangling tighter into his hair as he forced the other back with each needy and desperate thrust into him. "Jesus fucking christ." He says through gritted teeth, no longer holding himself back, the next few thrusts pulling him over the edge before he slammed into Noah with one last one, his hips twitching as his chest pressed into Noah's back and his teeth bit harshly against his shoulder. His fingers curled into and clung on to Noah wherever he could as he cried out against Noah's skin into the room as he came hard, his whole body tensing and curling into Noah's as he road it out.

Slowly his body eased as the noises became quieter as he started coming down, his breath heavy and erratic against the other's back. His fingers loosened enough to fall from where they gripped onto his shoulder and his hair, but instead wrapped around him for a moment, his hips twitching ever so slightly as he pressed his forehead into the other's shoulder, leaving a few soft, absentminded kisses in his wake. "Fuck..." He manages to breath out against the other,  his body sweaty and hot, but he wasn't quite ready to let go of the other just yet.

- 

Noah: Noah might have collapsed back into the pillow beneath him without Jackson to hold him up, but the hand tangled in his hair was enough to keep him straining to keep his bound hands supporting him. He hadn’t expected to come so quickly, or so hard, and he still trembled a little with it, the furious, rough pace Jackson set keeping him from coming down. His fingers scrabbled at the pillowcase beneath them, at the belt that bound his hands, at anything they could find that might ground him.

A stream of little whines and whimpers slipped past his lips, breath coming in desperate pants, and organizing his thoughts into words was still hard, but he managed, “Please, oh, fuck, gimme,” in between the noises that Jackson was drawing out of him.

Noah’s breath caught when Jackson finally thrust into one last time, teeth sinking into his shoulder as he came. He groaned, closed his eyes as he soaked in the way it felt—Jackson coming inside him, wrapped tightly round Noah, holding tightly to him, teeth leaving one last mark of where he’d been. His hands twitched with the desire to hold Jackson back, but he didn’t actually let go of the belt where he’d been clutching it, white-knuckled, just turned his head as much as he could to nose at Jackson’s forehead, press soft, soothing kisses to hot skin as he caught his breath.

“Thank you,” he whispered as Jackson began to relax, though whether he was thanking Jackson for letting him come again or for coming himself, Noah wasn’t really sure. Both, maybe. The noise he made when Jackson let go of him was not a happy one, but he settled when the other man’s arms wrapped round him once more, wiggled a little to press back against him with a very content little hum. He could have stayed there for a while, with Jackson’s breath hot on his already feverish skin and those soft kisses on his shoulder, but—“My hands,” he panted, tipping his head back as Jackson's hips twitched, sending a little shiver down his spine. “Jackson, please, can I have my hands, I wanna—“ his hands gave a little jerk, pulling towards where Jackson’s arms were wrapped around him, trying to demonstrate that he just wanted to cover Jackson’s hands with his own, hold onto him. “Please let me, baby, I was good.”

- 

Jackson: Jackson was a little surprised by himself, if he was being honest, to have lost such control for a moment there in a way that he wasn't sure if he had before. But with Noah begging for more even as his body moved into overstimulation and Jackson's hands gripped into him leaving bruises all paired with the gorgeous noises that fell from the reapers lips, it was hard not to lose control. The moment was a haze, fucking Noah so desperately, chasing his own release that he'd postponed longer than he though he'd be able to, and he was left in its wake, blissed and panting. Lips twitch into something of a smile when Noah's lips try to find his face, pressing to whatever he could reach in this position. And then Noah thanked him again, and his expression, which was lost in pleasure focused and softened a bit. It was strange, how Noah's gentleness sometimes caught him off guard, and with his words lost for a moment, he instead pressed a few soft kisses over Noah's shoulder and the back of his neck.

He swallowed thickly, muscles suddenly weighing a thousand pounds as he was draped over Noah, arms still wrapped around him tightly as if he feared they both would fall if he let go. But then Noah spoke, tugging Jackson from the fog of his high and he was brought back to where they were, and his eyes raked back up to the reapers wrists that were still bound. "Right, shit, yeah, 'm sorry." He says all quiet and breathy, moving slow to relax the muscles in his arms to peel them away from Noah reluctantly. The demanding bossiness had dissolved, leaving something much softer in it's wake as Jackson gently moved to Noah's wrists, taking care to undo the leather, quickly moving an arm around the other's chest to support him so he didn't just fall into the mattress, instead helping him to his side, taking a brief second to tug sheets aside that were less than clean for the other to be laying on, bringing his reddened wrists  down with gentle fingers. "You were so good, Noah, c'm'ere." He says, surprising even himself with how gentle his voice sounded, carefully easing Noah over, thumbs rubbing against his wrists before he brings them to his lips, pressing soft kisses where the leather had bit into his skin.

"You were so good." He repeats, one hand continuing to cradle the man's wrists as he grabbed a sheet, carefully wiping at Noah's chest, cleaning him up a bit to make him a little more comfortable. The motions were done without much thinking, Noah's hands placed down so that Jackson's eyes could move back to his face, instinctively leaning in as he tugged Noah close, pressing slow kisses to his temple, cheeks, jaw and finally landing on his lips, settling there for a few moments. His forehead rests against Noah's as he pulls back, a hand cradling his cheek gently, his breathing managing to slow a bit as he pulled back just enough to drag his eyes over Noah, both marveling at just how nice he looked, all marked up, but also working to make sure everything was all good. "You okay?" He says when his eyes come back up to Noah's face, his hand moving to rest along the side of his neck as he watched Noah intently and carefully.

- 

Noah: Noah’s brow furrowed when Jackson apologized, unsure what, exactly he was sorry for—he certainly wasn’t complaining about anything, he only wanted to be allowed to touch Jackson. He didn’t get a chance to say so, though, had only just begun to shake his head when Jackson began to untangle himself from around Noah, and that made him whine a little in protest, because he hadn’t wanted to be let go, he’d just wanted to hold onto Jackson in return. He supposed, though, that he didn’t really know how he’d expected Jackson to untie him without moving—and anyway, then Jackson was untying him and easing him down onto his side, and taking such surprising care with the sheets and his wrists that he really couldn’t complain.

Wide-eyed and smiling, Noah’s expression bordered on adoring as he scooted obligingly towards Jackson, his previously urgent need to use his hands forgotten in the face of how gently Jackson was cradling them. “Oh,” he breathed softly, a faint blush creeping onto his cheeks when Jackson brought his wrists up to kiss where they’d been bound. He had not been expecting this kind of gentle care, but he sank into it, fingers curling to brush against Jackson’s hands as they rubbed his wrists. “I was good,” he echoed, sounding very pleased about it, and then let out an amused little hum when Jackson wiped at his chest.

He reached for Jackson as soon as his hands were released, one hand pressing against Jackson’s chest when he was tugged in close, the other sliding around him to hang onto his shoulder. He let himself close his eyes at the first brush of Jackson’s lips, lean into the touch with a very contented little hum—which turned into a louder sound of approval when Jackson finally kissed him properly. Noah pressed forward to kiss him back, fingers curling on his chest and his lips turning up into a smile when Jackson pulled back.

Even now, he preened a little beneath Jackson’s gaze, the hand on Jackson’s shoulder shifting to slide up his own chest, press his fingers against a bite mark on his shoulder with a quiet, pleased sound. “Hmmm?” he said absently, blinking a few times to focus on Jackson’s face, and then, “Mhmm,” as he pressed his fingers once more to what he was sure would be a proper bruise in the morning, shivered a little. “I’m real good, baby,” he assured, turning his head to press his lips to Jackson’s wrist, his hand rising to cover Jackson’s hand on his neck. “Real good,” he repeated absently, still nuzzling at Jackson’s wrist. “Are you? Will you kiss me some more?”

- 

Jackson: Jackson's lips turn up fondly when Noah whines a little every time he has to move away from him. He liked knowing just how much Noah wanted him close. He couldn't help but find the way Noah looked up at him endearing, but then there was the faint flush on his cheeks, something Jackson had never seen before, and he was pressing a soft kiss to his cheek before he even realized it. "You were." He breathes, nodding, because Noah had been a hell of a lot more than he'd expected, and he wanted the other to know that.

Jackson savored the way Noah curled into him so quickly, and while he'd be the last to admit it, he liked seeing Noah so soft and blissed out, and knowing that he was the one who had brought him there. His touch, which was once rough was nothing but gentle, his aggression replaced with something far more soft.

He hadn't realized that his own muscles were still tense as he watched the reaper, making sure he was okay, and while he knew it was probably pretty much impossible for Jackson to actually hurt Noah when he was unbound, that concern was still there. But when Noah hummed and reassured him, soft lips pressing against his wrist, Jackson visibly relaxed, his own tension easing, more than it had in a long while. He breathes out, his arm around the other holding him almost protectively as he watched Noah with a small and warm smile.

"Yeah, I'm good." He breathes, relaxing in against Noah, feeling his body settle and start to feel heavy from the exertion. His thumb rubs against Noah's neck gently as he looks at the other, and if his look was overly fond, well, there was only them there to see it, and it would have to just stay between them. "Yeah, yeah I like kissing you." He says after taking the moment to admit just how good Noah looked, all freshly fucked, marked up by his teeth, especially enjoying the way the reaper absently pressed a finger against one of the marks left behind. He was pleased to know that Noah would have many reminders of this for quite a few days to come, though he selfishly wished they'd never go away, because he didn't want Noah to ever forget this.

But that thought was pushed aside as he gave in to Noah's request, pressing his lips against the other's soft and warm, no longer biting or trying to swallow him whole. Now the kisses were almost lazy, slow and clumsy,  relishing the moment. He tugs Noah a little closer, wanting as much skin pressed against him as he could, holding the other not only because he deserved such softness after what he'd just let Jackson do, but because he wanted to. "Thank you." He says between soft kisses that lingered over his jaw for a moment before returning to his lips, because in this moment he felt okay, his mind wasn't reeling like it normally was, and he was able to just focus on the here and now, and Noah had helped him find that, even if it was just for a short while.

- 

Noah: Noah’s smile grew a little when he felt Jackson relax against him, fingers curling loose around the hand on his neck. He’d have been hard pressed to admit to it before Jackson pushed him around, but now—now this was nice. He liked this. Jackson looking at him real soft, saying sweet things, his thumb rubbing so gentle against Noah’s neck, and all of it while Noah felt so thoroughly present in his body, his mind pleasantly blank—yeah. He liked this.

He hummed against Jackson’s lips when he finally gave him the kisses he’d agreed to, the hand on Jackson’s chest sliding just a little bit, until he could feel Jackson’s heartbeat under his palm. The urgency was gone from Jackson’s kisses now—and that was nice, too. Oh, Noah loved Jackson biting at his lips like he was trying to devour him, but this was peaceful, sweet, and he settled into it with a soft noise, let himself be tugged up against the human, all too happy to press into Jackson’s warmth as sweat cooled on his skin. He stretched leisurely as Jackson kissed him, reveling in all the places he was a little sore before draping one long leg over Jackson’s, his foot absently rubbing against the other man’s leg.

His eyes had fallen shut when Jackson kissed him, but they opened again at his whispered thanks, lips curling into a dreamy sort of smile. Admittedly, his brain was not at its clearest—he couldn’t put together quite what Jackson was thanking him for, especially when he was distracted by how sweetly Jackson was kissing his jaw, but it felt significant, left a little bit of warmth in his chest. “Hmm, yeah,” was his answer, and then Jackson’s lips found his again and Noah made a little sound of encouragement.

Noah wiggled a little a he kissed Jackson back, trying to press himself closer still. His cock gave a feeble little twitch of interest when he pressed close enough to brush against Jackson, a quiet noise caught in his throat and then dismissed just as quickly. He probably could have gone again, if he’d cared to try, magic body and all, but he was too content to care just now, what with Jackson holding him the way he was. His lips crept along Jackson���s jaw, pressing fond little kisses there, tongue darting out briefly where his jaw met his neck to taste the salt of his sweat before he nuzzled gently at the same spot. “You kiss nice,” he said absently, and then, “Mm, I wish I could sleep.” Pulling back, he gave Jackson a soft, fond smile, brushed his nose gently against the other man’s. “Stay awake with me a little? Just like this. I feel good.”

-

Jackson: Of course he wasn't thinking about it too hard, but in the back of his mind, Jackson was happy to be able to get away with this amount of softness towards the other. Because he knew that later on, neither would acknowledge this part of the evening, in fact, there was a high chance they'd deny it or pretend it didn't happen all together. But for now, in this moment, Jackson just pushed all that back, and he just let himself enjoy the closeness, and tried to pretend that it would be like this had he just slept with anyone, and this wasn't any sort of special case.

So he continued to do just that, enjoy the moment, pressing kisses to Noah's lips over and over, melting into them and savoring what he could of this, because there was a strange sense of normality to it that he knew deep down he craved. Jackson's body shifts pressing himself closer with the other's leg wrapped lazily around him, and he had the sudden fleeting thought that he'd like to spend a whole day like this, but of course that thought was packed away and pushed back and ignored. Often times Jackson found it hard to really look Noah in the eye during times of vulnerability, but this moment was different, both of them stuck in the haze of pleasure and exhaustion. His lips smirk, no longer mischievous and playful, replaced with something more earnest and fond.

Jackson couldn't help the was he smiled against Noah when he made that small noise, fingers moving lightly from his neck now to run along his shoulder, his arm, his hip--anything really that they could touch. He nuzzles against the other when Noah's lips travelled over the skin of his jaw, a pleased hum settling in his chest, smirking a little more when Noah licks him. "I could say the same about you." He muses, his fingers continuing to travel over Noah's skin. He takes a brief moment to grab a blanket beside him, though he refuses to leave the closeness, so he tosses it over them haphazardly, covering some but not all as they started to cool down, nuzzling ever closer once he was done. His hand moves up to Noah's face, brushing some hair off of his cheek as he looks at him. "I wish you could to." And really, he did, because he felt like he should be the one to stay awake until Noah fell asleep, if only that were possible. "Of course I will." He says, fingers brushing over Noah's cheek as their faces held close, moving to brush over his lips almost as if he was just trying to memorize all of this, not wanting to forget it. "You look really good like this too." He says quietly, and it was true, Noah did, almost like some of his guards had come down. Sure Noah was a person who seemed relaxed and carefree at most times, but Jackson was getting to know him well enough to know that wasn't the case, but right now he seemed actually at ease. "I'll stay awake." He says again, lips pressing a soft kiss to the corner of Noah's because he just couldn't help himself with the other so close and looking so nice, and he was going to try damn hard to stay up as long as he could, though he knew he could already feel the exhaustion creeping in on the corners of his mind.

-end. 

[waveridden]

I hear what you’re saying about the appeal being smaller but I am dying to know how you think yugioh narratives would translate into blaseball. What’s up with Yubel? Does Pegasus’ mind reading leading him to destruction work like the precog trio? Does having access to the physical world but having to play a blood sport make Noah any less cranky?

hedge i completely love this. let's get into it

i have a couple different pitches for yubel! the first is that they were a prehistory player, probably not A Vault Legend but a pretty powerful one (like an abbott wright or smth) that just got totally forgotten by history, and when they come back they're fucking pissed. you could also even make them the parker maccy analogue complete with them being a vindictive firewalker.

yubel pitch number two is that yubel is linked to an item/mod somehow, which has a couple subpitches: the first is that it's a kennedy loser-shannon chamberlain situation (shannon got stuck permanently haunting ken) where yubel is haunting jaden. the second is that it's a non-mechanical haunting situation, sort of tugging on the thread of @polyboros's fics about jesus and tyvi and scorpler - to me a key part of yubel is that they are haunting/possessing people and so the idea of an item that also carries the spirit of a dead legendary player is really fun to me. this one def also allows the most flexibility in terms of yubel being able to haunt other people. but also lastly i HAVE to shout out jaden yuki pgr talking to the parasite (yubel is the parasite) (perhaps this is also the parasite mod. who can say) (like you know how tiana takahashi had the parasite jersey? that)

pegasus time! mind reading actually feels to me like a houston spies thing although i would take it a step further and pitch to you blaseball commissioner pegasus who is fully aware of the woes of prehistory and is doing this anyways. it starts out as kind of a coin boss situation where he is kind of a bitch and cunt about it but there's a lot of genuine empathy and before long he's more of a parker

as for noah. would bloodsports make anyone less cranky, really

no my real answer is (with a grain of salt bc i don't remember this arc super well) i don't necessarily think the virtual world and bloodsport are mutually exclusive (and there's something freaky/fun to me about the idea of only being able to be corporeal during blaseball games) but there's some more built in solidarity and love in blaseball and i think that would go a long way

[crimsoncityhq]

PART I

One thing rang true and that was the prediction of the brutal blizzard of November 28th. Everyone prepped the best they could with the remembrance of how last Winter had ruthlessly blanketed their homes. There’s a frenzy for backup generators that get bought up in the Chicago stores for the anticipation. The first ominous whistle of the wind, and the pebbles of ice fall on the eve of Thanksgiving. Power flickers in each home giving them a moment of awkward darkness, before the backup generators kick in. The power companies in the city promise to have everyone serviced, but they start to service the scattered patches on the outskirts of the city first .

Most joked that was the brutal blizzard they had prepared for, until Mother Nature dropped her poker face. The ships with cargo became stuck in the harbor due to the icy fortress that froze over the gigantic lake. No lights of passing planes in the sky, as the wind turned into a sinister howl. Darkness engulfed the entirety of the city, except for a strip of hotels in neutral territory. The footmen of the families alert them that there seem to be only a handful of hotels that seem to be around. Meanwhile the temperature dips in the homes of those unlucky, and they must face a brash decision to not become the ice sculptures akin to the people of Pompeii. 

Multiple phone calls are done, and just as their phones are about to die they get a booking. A hotel that mentions that the accommodations might be crowded -- However, they can host your groups and promise warmth as long as the storm doesn’t shut them down. Everyone packs up their children, pets, and housemates to journey to the only solace that isn’t sold out in all Chicago.

After a restless eternity everyone was given a room number with their baggage ( human and otherwise ). The group of people that checked guests in alert them that there is a room for the animals to stay in kennels or they may accompany the others up to the room. Just when everyone was annoyed after being crowded in the lobby, and having to wait decades to get from one floor to another in the elevator.  It doesn’t help there’s always that one asshole that tries to asphyxiate everyone with their heinous flatulence. 

They FINALLY make it into their hotel room. Massive enough and customized with multiple full sized beds. No television, the heat blares up, it’s the poster child of the most bare necessities room. While everyone claimed a bed and stared haughty towards the guests that had ended up in the same room with them. A loud crackle followed by a slight rumble of their feet had the lights in the hotel rooms go off. The hotel doors seemed to have powered down, and anyone that tried to leave them --found they wouldn’t budge. A soft wheeze emitted from the heater in the room, and for a moment that’s the only noise in the room with you until the profanities start to flood. Winter wasn’t the only one that had prepped for the evening. The Walshes and their affiliates watch on with hidden elation as their plan goes into motion.

Part I will run from November 28th until December 3rd. Under the cut will be the groupings as well as some additional notes for this event.

Please don’t make any new starters open or closed that don’t pertain to this event while it’s happening. Normal replies can be done while the event is running, but it gets confusing timeline wise if people have additional threads that they start that would belong after the event timeline.

For this event specifically, the weather in Chicago is fictional. After the event you can feel free to glance at the Weather app and RP it out that way!

Animals will also be boarded at this neutral hotel. Keep in mind if the animals are left at your residence with the current temperature and no heat they will likely pass away.

Keep in mind that if your character has children (unless they are Walsh affiliates) they  likely have their kids in the room with them or any other NPC’s. If the character is a Walsh it was their choice to have them be ‘stuck’ in the room with them or left with a babysitter provided by the council.

For information on the bold names check the Walsh Discord channel. 

PREP PLOT SLOTS CHOSEN

 LIAM WALSH & IVY IVASHKOV volunteered to carpool with a hotel van to the hospital for sedatives and other harvesting supplies. AUDREY ROUSSEAU is already at the hospital and helps them fill the van before they all ride back to the hotel together. DAVUT DEMIR & KILLIAN WALSH are tasked with going to The Westin and sabotaging the hotel in time for the storm. They are told to do whatever necessary to make sure the hotel can’t accept any more guests before they return for the night. DARREN MURPHY took a smoke break after unloading only one of the supply vans at the hotel. LINCOLN DAWSON caught them smoking—as opposed to working—and made DARREN MURPHY finish unloading two other vans while they watched. 

ASLYN WALSH collected the weekly stash owed from the business owners at Magnificent Mile. She delivered the money to the council without prying eyes of local law enforcement or rival gangs catching on. ARMANDE IVASHKOV & another associate, had the dirty work of cleaning up the old blood stained hotel rooms used for organ harvesting the night before. They made it presentable before opening night. Their efforts were doubled when other affiliates weren’t aware of the chore, and had set off to bloody the room with a fresh harvest session.TARON LYNCH & JOANNA "JOEY" O'SHEA are instructed to sabotage the backup power generators on the north side. Surprisingly, they didn’t get caught. CAOILAINN WALSH had to “check” everyone into the hotel—AKA, assign each guest to a room. Everyone converges in the lobby and watches them impatiently, and the later it gets, the more aggressive the crowd becomes. ASLI DEMIR & FLETCHER HARGRAVE met with Jean Jaques “JJ” Baptiste and persuaded him by discussing terms of agreement for him to temporarily close Romanet Hotel the night of the massive storm.

ROOMS

ROOM #1: Arlo Flores, Fletcher Hargrave, Ira Evans, Jesse Valencia, Theodore "Teddy" Cohen

ROOM #2: Anastasia Sahin, Billie Washington, Josephine "Josie" Leon, Mathias Attano, Taron Lynch

ROOM #3: Andrea "Andy" Perez, Asli Demir, Blythe Sweetwine,Braden Kahale, Margeaux Saint Claire

ROOM #4: Alejandra Ruiz, Armande Ivashkov, Harlow Dumas,Jackson Marston, Lev Vasile, 

ROOM #5: Gwen Arnolds, Hana Faust,Jean-Jacques Baptiste De Romanet, Jessika Delmonica, Oisin Donnelly

ROOM #6: David Sharpe, Juno Song, Layla Jiminez, Nadia James, Nicola Faust, Peyton Bridges

ROOM #7: Callan Quinn, Effie Faust, Igor Vasile, Letitia "Tia" Valentine, Rosalie Halliday, Sutton James

ROOM #8: Addison Mckinley, Anton Volkov, Aries "Rhys" Rigsby, Cecilia Cavendish, Esmeray Demir, Lucian Faust

ROOM #9:  Aslyn Walsh, Catriona O'Shea, Oliver Faust, Tulsa Jane Honey

ROOM #10: Genevieve Bisset, Lee Malkovich, Levi Bohan, Maisie Kane, Saskia Vasile

ROOM #11: Amara Ricci, Auron Wright, Christine Li, Holden Mercer, Sloan Washington, Stefano Vitorri

ROOM #12: Edith Cohen, Ellis Rowe, Lavrenti "Lav" Vasile, Lincoln Dawson, Silas Hale

ROOM #13: Fabian Drake Kalashnyk, Carrigan Connolly, Cassidy Faust, Monika Adler, Nicholas Krieger

ROOM #14: Erin Cerci, Lada Antonovna, Leonid "Leo" Vasile, Rahi Kumar, Zoe Washington

ROOM #15: Abel Washington, Dominika Romanov, Faith Williams, Olivia Madden, Rosalia Leon, Cassandra Conally

ROOM #16: Atticus Mercer, Diamond Washington, Killian Walsh, Lorelai Faust, Oakley Butler

ROOM #17: Audric Noire, Mikhail Morosov, Noah Etkin, Nova Deveraux, Viktoriya Vasile

ROOM #18: Anatalya Vasile, Darren Murphy, Julia Faust, Konstantin Vasile, Violet Madden

ROOM #19: Davut Demir, Katarina Vasile, Veronica Pierce, Vincent St James, Zane Washington

ROOM #20: Beauregard “Beau” Griveaud, Blair Faust, Caoilainn "Callie" Walsh, Milo Arrington, Zedekiah Vasile

ROOM #21: Dante "Sebastian" Faust, Liam Walsh, Marissa Atkinson Orion Anderson, Vitomir Kipriyanov

ROOM #22: Andrew "Drew" Whittmore, Callum James, Ivy Ivashkov, Marie-Anne Beaulieu,  Nikolai Volkov ROOM #23: Audrey Rousseau,Barnaby Eaton, Constansia Fournier, Edie James, 

ROOM #24: Birdie Mendoza,Eleanor "Elle" Eaton, Joanna "Joey" O'Shea, Katya Ivanova, Wyatt Leon

[doomonfilm]

Memories : The Best Films of the 2010s

Only a few years into my tenure as a film blogger, and I’ve been tasked with a monumental undertaking : ranking the top films of the last decade.  Reflecting year by year is a journey in its own right, and with things like recency bias to take into account, plus the dice roll of blessing and curse that perspective and time bring to older films, I knew that this would be memorable at best, and stressful at worst.

That being said, I don’t claim to have seen every movie, so I know that there are some ‘glaring’ omissions.  I am always open to recommendations for films I should watch (for the purpose of blogging on them or otherwise), but DOOMonFILM has always been about my personal experience as a film fan, first and foremost.  Discussion is welcome, and constructive criticism will always be considered, but this is one man’s opinion.

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THOUGHTS ON THE DECADE

The 2010s, despite moments of controversy in terms of diversity, turned out to be surprisingly forward-thinking in hindsight.  On more than one occasion in the decade, the film of the year (in terms of awards or in terms of critical/public reception), as well as highlight films of each year, were made by foreign directors.  Women and minorities also managed to be recognized in front of and behind the camera at what seemed like a higher rate.  Newer technologies were embraced, such as pushes forward in new cameras or directors opting to shoot on devices as small as iPhones, leaps forward in special effects, and a multitude of movies given the iMax treatment.  A handful of directors happened to put out multiple movies throughout the decade, and a few of those in that handful managed to make multiple award-winning and widely accepted films.  Marvel left such an impact on Hollywood, and the worldwide movie industry, that DC was forced to try and follow suit, and mergers with Sony and Disney were top tier news for months on end.  Actors like Scarlett Johanson, Ryan Gosling, Emma Stone and Leonardo DiCaprio, among others, solidified themselves as box-office legends, while actors on both sides of their career (first-timers and those in the twilight of their career) found success throughout the decade.  All in all, it was a decade that continued to make me happy to be a movie fan, and as hard as it was to do, I managed to find 100 films throughout the decade to rank. 

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100. It Comes at Night (dir. Trey Edward Shults, 2017) 99. Kick-Ass (dir. Matthew Vaughn, 2010) 98. The Peanuts Movie (dir. Steve Martino, Andy Beall and Frank Molieri, 2015) 97. Everybody Wants Some!! (dir. Richard Linklater, 2016)  96. Upstream Color (dir. Shane Carruth, 2013) 95. Avengers : Age of Ultron (dir. Joss Whedon, 2015) 94. John Dies at the End (dir. Don Coscarelli, 2013) 93. Doctor Strange (dir. Scott Derrickson, 2016) 92. Keanu (dir. Peter Atencio, 2016) 91. Free Fire (dir. Ben Wheatley, 2017) 90. Upgrade (dir. Leigh Whannell, 2018) 89. Chappie (dir. Neill Blomkamp, 2015) 88. American Ultra (dir. Nima Nourizadeh, 2015) 87. I, Tonya (dir. Craig Gillespie, 2017) 86. Boyhood (dir. Richard Linklater, 2014) 85. The Grand Budapest Hotel (dir. Wes Anderson, 2014) 84. La La Land (dir. Damien Chazelle, 2016) 83. Ex Machina (dir. Alex Garland, 2015) 82. Nightcrawler (dir. Dan Gilroy, 2014) 81. Sicario (dir. Denis Villeneuve, 2015) 80. Looper (dir. Rian Johnson, 2012) 79. The Killer Inside Me (dir. Michal Winterbottom, 2010) 78. Hell or High Water (dir. David Mackenzie, 2016) 77. End of Watch (dir. David Ayer, 2012) 76. Django Unchained (dir. Quentin Tarantino, 2012) 75. Thoroughbreds (dir. Cory Finley, 2018) 74. Chronicle (dir. Josh Trank, 2012) 73. Melancholia (dir. Lars von Trier, 2011) 72. Black Mirror : Bandersnatch (dir. David Slade, 2018) 71. Detroit (dir. Kathryn Bigelow, 2017) 70. BlacKkKlansman (dir. Spike Lee, 2018) 69. Black Panther (dir. Ryan Coogler, 2018) 68. I Am Not Your Negro (dir. Raoul Peck, 2017) 67. Straight Outta Compton (dir. F. Gary Gray, 2015) 66. Kubo and the Two Strings (dir. Travis Knight, 2016) 65. It Follows (dir. David Robert Mitchell, 2014) 64. Logan Lucky (dir. Steven Soderbergh, 2017) 63. Get Out (dir. Jordan Peele, 2017) 62. Booksmart (dir. Olivia Wilde, 2019) 61. Beats, Rhymes & Life : The Travels of A Tribe Called Quest (dir. Michael Rapaport, 2011) 60. Lady Bird (dir. Greta Gerwig, 2017) 59. Moonrise Kingdom (dir. Wes Anderson, 2012) 58. The Cabin in the Woods (dir. Drew Goddard, 2012) 57. Black Swan (dir. Darren Aronofsky, 2010) 56. Captain America : The Winter Soldier (dir. Joe Russo, 2014) 55. If Beale Street Could Talk (dir. Barry Jenkins, 2018) 54. Avengers : Infinity War (dir. Anthony Russo, 2018) 53. True Grit (dir. Ethan and Joel Cohen, 2010) 52. Three Billboards Outside Ebbing, Missouri (dir. Martin McDonagh, 2017) 51. Whiplash (dir. Damien Chazelle, 2014) 50. Midsommar (dir. Ari Aster, 2019) 49. Journey to the West : Conquering the Demons (dir. Stephen Chow and Derek Kwok, 2013) 48. Sorry To Bother You (dir. Boots Riley, 2018) 47. Mid90s (dir. Jonah Hill, 2018) 46. Logan (dir. James Mangold, 2017) 45. The Killing of a Sacred Deer (dir. Yorgos Lanthimos, 2017) 44. Phantom Thread (dir. Paul Thomas Anderson, 2017) 43. The Hateful Eight (dir. Quentin Tarantino, 2015) 42. Exit Through the Gift Shop (dir. Banksy, 2010) 41. The Irishman (dir. Martin Scorsese, 2019) 40. Suspiria (dir. Luca Guadagnino, 2018) 39. The VVitch (dir. Robert Eggers, 2016) 38. Dogtooth (dir. Yorgos Lanthimos, 2010) 37. The Lighthouse (dir. Robert Eggers, 2019) 36. Annihilation (dir. Alex Garland, 2018) 35. Drive (dir. Nicolas Winding Refn, 2011) 34. Beyond the Black Rainbow (dir. Panos Cosmatos, 2012) 33. The Favourite (dir. Yorgos Lanthimos, 2018) 32. Searching (dir. Aneesh Chaganty, 2018) 31. Tangerine (dir. Sean Baker, 2015) 30. Snowpiercer (dir. Bong Joon-ho, 2014) 29. Under the Skin (dir. Jonathan Glazer, 2013) 28. Dunkirk (dir. Christopher Nolan, 2017) 27. Blade Runner 2049 (dir. Denis Villeneuve, 2017) 26. Baby Driver (dir. Edgar Wright, 2017) 25. Joker (dir. Todd Phillips, 2019) 24. The Neon Demon (dir. Nicolas Winding Refn, 2016) 23. Spider-Man : Into the Spider-Verse (dir. Peter Ramsey, Bob Persichetti and Rodney Rothman, 2018) 22. The Shape of Water (dir. Guillermo del Toro, 2017) 21. The Social Network (dir. David Fincher, 2010) 20. Frances Ha (dir. Noah Baumbach, 2013) 19. Under the Silver Lake (dir. David Robert Mitchell, 2019) 18. Mad Max : Fury Road (dir. George Miller, 2015) 17. Good Time (dir. Josh and Benny Safdie, 2017) 16. Mandy (dir. Panos Cosmatos, 2018) 15. Once Upon a Time in Hollywood (dir. Quentin Tarantino, 2019) 14. Her (dir. Spike Jonze, 2013) 13. The Lobster (dir. Yorgos Lanthimos, 2015) 12. Inherent Vice (dir. Paul Thomas Anderson, 2014) 11. The Master (dir. Paul Thomas Anderson, 2012)

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10. The Last Black Man in San Francisco (dir. Joe Talbot, 2019)

I saw this film as the decade was winding to a close, but it made easily one of the starkest impressions on me of any film-going experience I can recall.  The movie looks amazing, the score and soundtrack are powerful, the acting is rich and dynamic, San Francisco is as beautiful on film as it is in real life, and the thoughts that arise from the narrative presented are the kind that hang around and result in personal changes that matter.  A shining achievement from a stellar year of film.

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9. Inception (dir. Christopher Nolan, 2010)

If Christopher Nolan wasn’t already considered top tier prior to Inception, any doubters were left floored at the close of this masterpiece.  For a story that could have easily been way too convoluted for standard audiences, the visuals, direction and pacing guide us through the madness perfectly.  For anyone interested in dream depictions on cinema, for fans of stellar action, and for the smart people who know the quality that comes with the Nolan name, this one was a no-brainer.

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8. mother! (dir. Darren Aronofsky, 2017)

After being a bit on the nose with Noah, in terms of a film on religion, most directors would take that as a sign to move on from the topic.  For a director like Darren Aronofsky, however, the next step was to seemingly go back to your mind-scrambling roots, dig deeper symbolically, narratively and metaphorically, and come back to the table with one of the most divisive and controversial films of the decade.  mother! will clearly be a film ripe for analysis for years to come, and for as subjective and deep an experience as the film is, this reflection is welcome, as it serves to enrich future viewing experiences.

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7. Uncut Gems (dir. Josh and Benny Safdie, 2019)

How long does a film have to be out to be considered one of the best of the decade?  In the case of Uncut Gems, I will allow recency bias, as it is clearly evident at the beginning of the closing credits that the film is special and will resonate for years to come.  The Safdie brothers already had a classic under their belt with Good Time, and throwing that Sandler magic into the mix only amplifies their heightened and immersive style.

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6. The Florida Project (dir. Sean Baker, 2017)

There are a small fraternity of directors that put out their first films and follow-up films in the 2010s, and while examples of possible award snubs can be found for these directors, there was one clear-cut case of oversight : the 2017 lack of recognition for Sean Baker’s immaculate, beautiful and moving The Florida Project.  While Tangerine was certainly the loudest of warning shots a first time director could provide, the amount of growth, nuance and confidence found in this follow-up deserved multiple awards, not just an acting nod for Willem Dafoe.  Perhaps Baker’s next film will bring him the recognition he deserves in terms of awards, but he’s already made a clear cut name for himself.

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5. Hereditary (dir. Ari Aster, 2018)

I rediscovered a love for horror films in the 2010s, and a key reason would be the emergence of director Ari Aster.  Upon seeing trailers for Hereditary, I knew that it would probably scare the life out of me, but the taste of the story given was so gripping I had to see it.  The fact that the trailer was so powerful, only for the movie to unfold in ways that I never would have imagined or discerned from the trailer, was one of the most rewarding film experiences of the decade.  Toni Collette also gave a performance for the ages.

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4. You Were Never Really Here (dir. Lynne Ramsay, 2018)

It’s arguable that Joaquin Phoenix may have had the strongest decade of any actor, and for my money’s worth, he was at his best in You Were Never Really Here.  Much of the angst presented was previously explored in The Master, and as great as Joker is, it’s essentially the DCEU version of You Were Never Really Here, tonally and in terms of specific elements.  Nobody short of the Safdie brothers are making movies that look, sound and feel like this one, and the unfortunate practice of human trafficking hitting the news forefront makes this film as timely as it is sad.

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3. Scott Pilgrim vs. the World (dir. Edgar Wright, 2010)

Hands down the coolest film of the decade.  Not since Who Framed Roger Rabbit? had so many elements that I loved from other properties managed to find their way into the same movie, and the way that the gumbo was prepared and served was pitch perfect.  As my friend Erin stated after we viewed the film, ‘If you watch this movie and don’t like it, I don’t think we can be friends’.  Some of my favorite sequences of any film are in Scott Pilgrim vs. the World, and this is the EXACT kind of film I look forward to one day sharing with my children. 

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2. Parasite (dir. Bong Joon-ho, 2019)

Another recent film that made an instant impact.  In terms of topics like honesty, entitlement, and family dynamics, nothing I can think of in recent memory is touching Parasite.  The parallels between the two families presented are perfect both visually and in the performances, and with each new bit of information presented, much of what you were previously presented is immediately recontextualized and put into question.  This film, from front to back, is one of the most gripping journeys a filmgoer can take. 

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1. Birdman or (The Unexpected Virtue of Ignorance) (dir. Alejandro González Iñárritu, 2014)

Easily my favorite film of the decade.  This is the closest thing to a song-poem that I’ve ever seen presented on film, and it’s heartbreakingly beautiful.  Nothing else released in the decade looked or sounded like this film, and the way it meta-reflects on Hollywood, Broadway, superhero films and the importance of actors is equal parts hilarious, thought-provoking and wonderfully frustrating.  The film answers enough questions it posits so as to not completely confound the viewer, but it leaves enough open-ended so that repeat viewings are rewarding.  A true achievement of film, regardless of decade.

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MY FILM CHECKLIST

(Where I add in films that I want to watch and cross out films that I had seen)

A Brighter Summer Day (Edward Yang, 1991)

A Clockwork Orange (Stanley Kubrick, 1971)

A Tale of Two Sisters (Kim Jee-woon, 2003)

Akira (Katsuhiro Otomo, 1994)

American Psyche (Marry Harron, 2000)

Antichrist (Lars von Trier, 2009)

Arrival (Denis Villeneuve, 2016)

Before Midnight (Richard Linklater, 2013)

Before Sunrise (Richard Linklater, 1995)

Before Sunset (Richard Linklater, 2004)

Black Swan (Darren Aronofsky, 2010)

Blue Velvet (David Lynch, 1986)

Call Me By Your Name (Luca Guadagdino, 2018)

Catch Me If You Can (Steven Spielberg, 2002)

Citizen Kane (Orson Welles, 1941)

Cold War (Paweł Pălikowski, 2018)

Columbus (Kogonada, 2017)

Chungking Express (Wong Kar-wai, 1994)

Dancer in thr Dark (Lars von Trier, 2000)

Dunkirk (Christopher Nolen, 2017)

Django Unchained (Quentin Tarantino, 2013)

Eyes Wide Shut (Stanley Kubrick, 1999)

Fantastic Mr. Fox (Wes Anderson, 2009)

Florida Project (Sean Baker, 2017)

Frances Ha (Noah Baumbach, 2012)

GoodFellas (Martin Scorsese, 1990)

Good Time (Josh Safdie and Bennie Safdie, 2017)

Gone Girl (David Fincher, 2014)

Happy Together (Wong Kar-wai, 1997)

Hereditary (Ari Aster, 2018)

Inside Llewyn Davis (Joel Coen and Ethan Coen, 2013)

In the Mood for Love (Wong Kar-wai, 2000)

Inception (Christopher Nolan, 2010)

Inglorious Basterds (Quentin Tarantino, 2009)

If Beale Street Could Talk (Barry Jenkins, 2018)

Interstellar (Christopher Nolan, 2014)

Isle of Dogs (Wes Anderson, 2018)

Jaws (Steven Spielberg, 1975)

Kill Bill: Vol. 1 (Quentin Tarantino, 2003)

Kill Bill: Vol. 2 (Quentin Tarantino, 2004)

La Haine (Mathieu Kassovitz, 1995)

La La Land (Damien Chazelle, 2016)

Laurence Anyway (Xavier Dolan, 2012)

Like Father, Like Son (Hirokazu Kore-eda, 2013)

Manchester by the Sea (Kenneth Lonergan, 2016)

Marriage Story (Noah Baumbach, 2019)

Mirror (Andrei Tarkovsky, 1975)

Melancholia (Lars von Trier, 2011)

Memories of Murder (Bong Joon-ho, 2003)

Midsommar (Ari Aster, 2019)

Mommy (Xavier Dolan, 2014)

Moonlight (Barry Jenkins, 2016)

Moonrise Kingdom (Wes Anderson, 2012)

Mother (Bong Joon-ho, 2009)

Mulholland Drive (David Lynch, 2001)

No Country for Old Men (Joel Coen and Ethan Coen, 2007)

Nobody Knows (Hirokazu Kore-eda, 2004)

On the Beach at Night Alone (Hong Sang-soo, 2017)

Old Boy (Park Chan-wook, 2003)

Our Little Sister (Hirokazu Kore-eda, 2015)

Pan’s Labyrinth (Guillermo de Toro, 2006)

Phantom Thread (Paul Thomas Anderson, 2017)

Poetry (Lee Chang-dong, 2010)

Portrait of a Lady on Fire (Céline Sciamma, 2019)

Prisoners (Denis Villeneuve, 2013)

Psycho (Alfred Hitchcock, 1960)

Pulp Fiction (Quentin Tarantino, 1994)

Punch-Drunk Love (Paul Thomas Anderson, 2002)

Raw (Julia Ducournau, 2016)

Schindler’s List (Steven Spielberg, 1993)

Right Now, Wrong Then (Hong Sang-soo, 2015)

Roma (Alfonso Cuarón, 2018)

Rosemary’s Baby (Roman Polanski, 1968)

Scott Pilgrim vs. the Word (Edgar Wright, 2010)

Se7en (David Fincher, 1995)

Shoplifters (Hirokazu Kore-eda, 2018)

Short Term 12 (Destin Daniel Cretton, 2013)

Shutter Island (Martin Scrosese, 2010)

Spirited Away (Hayao Miyazaki, 2001)

Stoker (Park Chan-wook, 2013)

Suspiria (Luca Guadagnino, 2018)

Sympathy for Mr. Vengeance (Park Can-wook, 2002)

Sympathy for Lady Vengeance (Park Can-wook, 2005)

Stalker (Andrei Tarkovsky, 1979)

Still Walking (Hirokazu Kore-eda, 2008)

Stop Making Sense (Joanathan Demme, 1984)

Taxi Driver (Martin Scrosese, 1976)

Titanic (James Cameron, 1997)

The Apartment (Billy Wilder, 1960)

The Day After (Hong Sang-soo, 2017)

The Departed (Martin Scrosese, 2016)

The Elephant Man (David Lynch, 1980)

The Godfather (Francis Ford Coppola, 1972)

The Godfather: Part II (Francis Ford Coppola, 1974)

The Godfather: Part III (Francis Ford Coppola, 1990)

The Grand Budapest Hotel (Wes Anderson, 2014)

The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo (David Fincher, 2011)

The Great Gatsby (Baz Luhrmann, 2013)

The Handmaiden (Park Chan-wook, 2016)

The Hunt (Thomas Vinterberg, 2012)

The Last Black Man in San Francisco (Joe Talbot, 2019)

The Lighthouse (Robbert Eggers, 2019)

The Lobster (Yorgos Lanthimos, 2015)

The Master (Paul Thomas Anderson, 2012)

The Pianist (Roman Polanski, 2002)

The Royal Tenenbaums (Wes Anderson, 2001)

The Silence of the Lambs (Jonathan Demme, 1991)

The Shining (Stanley Kubrick, 1980)

The Social Network (Christopher Nolan, 2010)

The VVitch (Robbert Eggers, 2015)

The Wolf of Wall Street (Martin Scrosese, 2013)

There Will Be Blood (Paul Thomas Anderson, 2007)

Three Colors: Blue (Krzysztof Kieślowski, 1993)

Three Colors: Red (Krzysztof Kieślowski, 1994)

Three Colors: White (Krzysztof Kieślowski, 1994)

Uncut Gems (Josh Safdie and Bennie Safdie, 2019)

Vertigo (Alfred Hitchcock, 1958)

Whiplash (Damien Chazelle, 2014)

Women in the Dunes (Hiroshi Teshigahara, 1964)

Yi Yi (Edward Yang, 2000)

Zodiac (David Fincher, 2007)

2001: A Space Odyssey (Stanley Kubrick, 1968)

8½ (Federico Fellini, 1963)

[elysiumshq]

𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐲 ; 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐠𝐨𝐝𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥.

it’s 7:08 pm on saturday. there are no classes for the day. everyone is on campus, everything seems fine. but something weird starts happening. the cameras in the security room seem to go on a loop. no one really notices anything. a few minutes pass and the cameras jump to a live feed. THERE’S A BODY. a classroom has been trashed, tables flipped and books scattered. on the wall written in blood is “ beware ”. no one can make out who the body is at first but the protocol is clear: lockdown.

so someone has DIED. we won’t outright say it just yet as your characters won’t know ( except whichever one of you is the killer i guess ). but it won’t take much sleuthing to figure out who’s dead. staff will be informed that a body was discovered, but the identity won’t be named.

under the cut you will find which room/area your characters are locked in. you can invent whatever reason for your character being there. however, they had to be inside this room or nearby at the time the alarms went off. other security officers would have escorted some people into the nearest rooms. you can have your characters text between each other if you want but the only in-person threads will be with those locked in with you. we highly encourage multi-person threads!! all dash activity will be specific to the event until it is over.

weaponry vault: reyna de la cruz, katherine murray, safiya draganova, cristina de la cruz, amadeus mason, savannah draper

library: rhys santos, lucia goizargi, delaney carson, levi jefferson-hughs, chano martinez, danny balise, alexandra prince

classroom: hayes monroe, marissa baker, nathan meyers, dorian kensley, elodie dubois, phoenix link

lab: aggie pineios, damian kensley, alder forde, georgina herrell, avery chase, hope blacke

pool: astoria greewood, ryder kensley, ainsley walsh, carmen crissantos, marie rossi, isabella santos

24-hour diner: alyssa sidney, celine morretti, jensen tyler, ophelia page, letty alvarez, aslyn roma

bar: noah alvarex, blayze ignatious, elise wright, basil meriweather, estrella sanchez, apollo roma

gym: alexis alistair-reed, evelyn blythe, lydia abrahams, christopher diaz, maven alistair, james hall, theo hall

julian’s office: julian austere, wolfie wadsworth, diego sanchez, mirella emerson, dominic chesterfield, charlotte hall

[athenahowards]

the pale things' claws tore into the meat of the tree like the wood was tissue, the bark popping like punctured skin. chills erupted down their spine as they grasped noahs hand just a bit tighter. their legs pumped into a cautious run as heavy footsteps lumbered after them.

''what the fuck is this place... ''

forget worrying about their rescue not happing, the damn island had things that she had never seen even in her studies of various animals throughout history. even the extinct sloths did NOT look like that --pale, white, and over twelve feet tall. it wasn't natural. they glanced at the other as athena ducked behind a large cliff hidden by roots. they knew they wouldn't be able to outpace something that the majority of the modern world thought was slow. especially since there was just no possible way that was a normal sloth. it couldn't be!

''noah, do we tell the others...'' the words fell out in a small whisper filled with fear.

noah was determined, they were gonna do this. whatever shit was behind those bushes they were gonna fight it, no matter what. they weren’t the type to chicken out just because of the faint sound of broken branches and stupid, terrifying grunts. but athena seemed to have a very different idea, and as it had been stated before, noah had always had a terribly hard time saying no to whatever pretty people wanted.   “ okay, okay! ”  they whispered through greeted teeth, allowing themself to be dragged away from the place. when they were at —what noah thought— was a safe distance, they swiftly grabbed athena’s hand to start running in the opposite direction.

[owenxjackson]

Bite Me || Jackson & Noah

Jackson wasn’t really sure what he did to get himself in this mess, but all he knew was that he was thankful that the night he ended up growing teeth and a very sudden thirst for blood was Halloween, and the blood soaked into the front of his shirt went relatively unnoticed. Hell, he’d even gotten a few ‘good costume’ from a group of teenagers he’d bumped into and was barely able to force himself from jumping any one of them. The evening was a blur so far, and if he suddenly woke up in bed it would have seemed like all just a nightmare, but the blood on his shirt, face and hands told another story. Dipping down behind a row of shops, Jackson catches sight of his face in the reflection of a window, realizing his mouth was also covered in blood. 

“Fuck.” Scrambling, Jackson tries to use his shirt to wipe at the blood, but he only manages to for a moment before his head whips up, catching the scent of someone coming closer. This was different than the teenagers he’d just passed, whoever this was smelled... sweet. 

“Who’s there?” He calls out, backing himself against the wall as the figure comes around the corner, the scent making Jackson’s teeth even more visible and his gums ache. 

@noah-wright​

[queen-of-the-seven-kingdoms]

Some Books I've Read:

Fiction

The Red Tent - Anita Diamant

The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao - Junot Diaz

Everything I Never Told You - Celeste Ng

Red, White, and Royal Blue- Casey Mcquiston 

Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett

If I Was Your Girl - Meredith Russo 

The Handmaidens Tale - Margaret Atwood 

Crazy Rich Asians - Kevin Kwan

To All the Boys I've Loved Before, The Summer I Turned Pretty - Jenny Han

Eleanor and Park, Fangirl - Rainbow Rowell

The Hate U Give - Angie Thomas

American Gods - Neil Gaiman 

Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy - Douglas Adams 

The Book Thief - Mark Zusak 

The Martian - Andy Weir

What is the What - Dave Eggers

Holes - Louis Sachar

Half a Yellow Sun - Chimamanda Adichie 

The Song of Achilles - Madeleine Miller 

Mistborn- Brandon Sanderson

The Perks of Being a Wallflower - Stephen Chbosky

Looking for Alaska, An Abundance of Katherines, Paper Towns, The Fault in Our Stars, Will Grayson WIll Grayson, Turtles All the Way Down - John Green

The Yacoubian Building - Alaa-Al-Aswany

The Absolutely True Diary of a Part-Time Indian - Sherman Alexie

The Giver - Lois Lowry

Roll of Thunder, Hear My Cry - Mildred Taylor

The Hobbit - JRR Tolkien

Never Let Me Go - Kazuo Ishiguro

The House of the Scorpion - Nancy Farmer

White Teeth - Zadie Smith

A Place For Us - Fatima Mirza

The Casual Vacancy - JK Rowling

Everything, Everything - Nicola Yoon

Shadow and Bone - Leigh Bardugo

Series

Harry Potter - JK Rowling

Percy Jackson - Rick Riordan

Eragon - Christopher Paolini

Chronicles of Narnia - CS Lewis

Lord of the Rings - JRR Tolkien

Inkheart - Cornelia Funke

A Series of Unfortunate Events - Lemony Snicket

A Song of Ice and Fire - George RR Martin

The Hunger Games - Suzanne Collins

The Golden Compass - Phillip Pullman

The Mortal Instruments - Cassandra Clare

Sherlock Holmes - Sir Conan Doyle 

Biographical

The Bell Jar - Sylvia Plath

Me Talk Pretty One Day - David Sedaris

The Princess Diarist - Carrie Fisher

Abraham Lincoln: A Team of Rivals - Dorris Kearns Goodwin 

The Immortal Life of Henrietta Lacks - Rebecca Skloot 

Born a Crime - Trevor Noah

The House on Mango Street -  Sandra Cisneros 

Displaced Person - Ella Hilton 

Forgotten Fire - Adam Bagdasarian

In My Hands - Jennifer Armstrong 

Night - Elie Wiesel

Ella Baker and the Black Freedom Movement- Barbara Ransby

Becoming - Michelle Obama 

Notorious RBG - Irin Carmen & Shana Knizhik 

Rejected Princesses - Jason Porath

Threads - Kate Evans 

Hidden Figures - Margot Shetterly 

A Long Way Gone - Ishmael Beah

The Diary of a Young Girl - Anne Frank

Black Boy - Richard Wright

Classics

The Great Gatsby - F. Scott Fitzgerald 

Pride & Prejudice, Emma, Persuasion - Jane Austen 

Heart of Darkness- Joseph Conrad

Little Women - Louisa May Alcott

The Scarlet Letter - Nathaniel Hawthorne 

Fahrenheit 451 - Ray Bradbury

Animal Farm - George Orwell

A Tale of Two Cities - Charles Dickens

Call of the Wild, White Fang - Jack London

To Kill a Mockingbird - Harper Lee 

The Outsiders - SE Hinton

To the Lighthouse - Virginia Wolff

Their Eyes Were Watching God - Zora Neale Hurston 

A Raisin In The Sun - Lorraine Hansberry

All Quiet on the Western Front - Erich Maria 

On the Road - Jack Kerouac 

Hamlet, Romeo and Juliet - William Shakespeare

The Stranger - Albert Camus 

Slaughterhouse Five - Kurt Vonnegut  

Of Mice and Men - John Steinbeck 

Jane Eyre - Charlotte Bronte 

Great Expectations - Charles Dickens 

Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde - Robert Stevenson 

And Then There Were None - Agatha Christie 

Things Fall Apart - Chinua Achebe 

Poetry

Leaves of Grass - Walt Whitman

Where the Sidewalk Ends, Falling Up - Shel Silverstein 

Milk and Honey - Rupi Kaur 

House of Light - Mary Oliver

Call Us What We Carry - Amanda Gorman

[edsonlnoe]

MG Awards 2018 | Nominaciones

Película Avengers: Infinity War Call Me By Your Name The Florida Project Hereditary Roma Sueño En Otro Idioma Director Ari Aster | Hereditary Sean Baker | The Florida Project Ernesto Contreras | Sueño En Otro Idioma Alfonso Cuarón | Roma Cristina Gallego, Ciro Guerra | Pájaros de Verano Luca Guadagnino | Call Me By Your Name Actriz Yalitza Aparicio | Roma Toni Collette | Hereditary Maggie Gyllenhaal | The Kindergarten Teacher Sally Hawkins | The Shape of Water Saoirse Ronan | Lady Bird Charlize Theron | Tully Actor Timothée Chalamet | Call Me By Your Name Tom Cruise | Mission: Impossible - Fallout Daniel Day-Lewis | Phantom Thread Colin Farrell | The Killing of a Sacred Deer Brady Jandreau | The Rider Joaquin Phoenix | You Were Never Really Here Actriz de Reparto Hong Chau | Downsizing Mackenzie Davis | Tully Marina de Tavira | Roma Danai Gurira | Black Panther Nicole Kidman | The Killing of a Sacred Deer Laurie Metcalf | Lady Bird Actor de Reparto Josh Brolin | Avengers: Infinity War Willem Dafoe | The Florida Project Armie Hammer | Call Me By Your Name Michael B. Jordan | Black Panther Michael Stuhlbarg | Call Me By Your Name Alex Wolff | Hereditary Guión Original The Killing of a Sacred Deer Lady Bird Pájaros de Verano Roma Sueño En Otro Idioma Tully Guión Adaptado Call Me By Your Name Disobedience Leave No Trace Widows You Were Never Really Here Zama Edición Avengers: Infinity War Call Me By Your Name The Florida Project Mission: Impossible - Fallout Roma Searching Fotografía Call Me By Your Name The Florida Project The Killing of a Sacred Deer Pájaros de Verano Roma Sueño En Otro Idioma Diseño de Producción Black Panther Call Me By Your Name Crazy Rich Asians First Man Roma The Shape of Water Diseño de Vestuario Black Panther Call Me By Your Name Fantastic Beasts: The Crimes of Grindewald Pájaros de Verano Phantom Thread The Shape of Water Make-Up & Hairstyling Black Panther Bohemian Rhapsody The Nutcracker and the Four Realms Ocean’s 8 Pájaros de Verano The Shape of Water Efectos Visuales / Especiales Avengers: Infinity War Bumblebee Christopher Robin First Man Jurassic World: Fallen Kingdom Mission: Impossible - Fallout Edición de Sonido Annihilation First Man Jurassic World: Fallen Kingdom Mission: Impossible - Fallout Roma Sueño En Otro Idioma Mezcla de Sonido Avengers: Infinity War Black Panther First Man Incredibles 2 Mission: Impossible - Fallout Roma Score Bird Box First Man Hereditary Isle of Dogs Phantom Thread You Were Never Really Here Soundtrack Black Panther Bohemian Rhapsody Bumblebee Call Me By Your Name Love, Simon Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse Canción “Alfie’s Song (Not So Typical Love Song)” — Bleachers | Love, Simon “All the Stars” — Kendrick Lamar, SZA | Black Panther “Back to Life” — Hailee Steinfeld | Bumblebee “Canción Zikril” — Denise Gutiérrez | Sueño En Otro Idioma “Home” — Vince Staples | Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse “Mystery of Love” — Sufjan Stevens | Call Me By Your Name “Run For Your Life” — K.Flay | Tomb Raider “Visions of Gideon” — Sufjan Stevens | Call Me By Your Name Poster Bumblebee Call Me By Your Name The Florida Project Isle of Dogs Pájaros de Verano Roma Trailer Black Panther Hereditary Incredibles 2 The Killing of a Sacred Deer Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse Tomb Raider Diseño de Créditos Annihilation Call Me By Your Name Isle of Dogs Rings Roma Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse Película Animada Ana y Bruno The Breadwinner Incredibles 2 Isle of Dogs Ralph Breaks the Internet Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse Off-Screen Performance Josh Brolin | Avengers: Infinity War Bryan Cranston | Isle of Dogs Jim Cummings | Christopher Robin Jake Johnson | Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse Shameik Moore | Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse Ben Whishaw | Paddington 2 Non-Anglo Performance Paula Beer | Frantz Hong Chau | Downsizing Diane Kruger | Aus dem Nichts Daniel Giménez Cacho | Zama Carmiña Martínez | Pájaros de Verano Daniela Vega | Una Mujer Fantástica Performance Mexicano Leonardo Alonso | El Vigilante Yalitza Aparicio | Roma Adriana Barraza | Todo lo Demás Karina Gidi | Los Adioses Eligio Mélendez | Sueño En Otro Idioma Luis Gerardo Méndez | Tiempo Compartido Featured Actor Dianna Agron | Novitiate Ann Dowd | Hereditary Jorge Antonio Guerrero | Roma Keiynan Lonsdale | Love, Simon Mónica Miguel | Sueño En Otro Idioma Sarah Paulson | Bird Box Stunts Avengers: Infinity War Black Panther Maze Runner: The Death Cure Mission: Impossible - Fallout Papillon Tomb Raider Breakthrough Actriz Yalitza Aparicio | Roma Hong Chau | Downsizing Lana Condor | To All the Boys I’ve Loved Before Cynthia Erivo | Widows Esther Garrel | Call Me By Your Name Thomasin McKenzie | Leave No Trace Margaret Qualley | Novitiate Brooklynn Prince | The Florida Project Breakthrough Actor Noah Centineo | To All the Boys I’ve Loved Before Timothée Chalamet | Call Me By Your Name Juan Pablo de Santiago | Sueño En Otro Idioma Harris Dickinson | Beach Rats Daveed Diggs | Blindspotting Brady Jandreau | The Rider Hoze Meléndez | Sueño En Otro Idioma Alex Wolff | Hereditary Rising Filmmaker Ari Aster | Hereditary Maggie Betts | Novitiate Aneesh Chaganty | Searching Sara Colangelo | The Kindergarten Teacher Greta Gerwig | Lady Bird Carlos López Estrada | Blindspotting Diego Ros | El Vigilante Chloé Zhao | The Rider Ensamble Avengers: Infinity War | Robert Downey Jr., Chris Evans, Chris Hemsworth, Scarlett Johansson, Mark Ruffalo, Benedict Cumberbatch, Tom Holland, Elizabeth Olsen, Paul Bettany, Chadwick Boseman, Danai Gurira, Letitia Wright, Anthony Mackie, Sebastian Stan, Don Cheadle, Gwyneth Paltrow, Benedict Wong, Tom Hiddleston, Peter Dinklage, Chris Pratt, Dave Bautista, Pom Klementieff, Bradley Cooper, Karen Gillian, Zoe Saldana, y Josh Brolin Black Panther | Chadwick Boseman, Michael B. Jordan, Danai Gurira, Lupita Nyong'o, Letitia Wright, Martin Freeman, Andy Serkis, Daniel Kaluuya, Winston Duke, Sterling K. Brown, Forest Whitaker, y Angela Bassett Call Me By Your Name | Timothée Chalamet, Armie Hammer, Michael Stuhlbarg, Amira Casar, Esther Garrel, Victoire Du Bois, Vanda Capriolo, Peter Spears, y André Aciman Mission: Impossible - Fallout | Tom Cruise, Henry Cavill, Rebecca Ferguson, Michelle Monaghan, Ving Rhames, Simon Pegg, Sean Harris, Vanessa Kirby, Wes Bentley, Frederick Schmidt, Alec Baldwin, y Angela Bassett Roma | Yalitza Aparicio, Marina de Tavira, Diego Cortina Autrey, Carlos Peralta, Daniela Demesa, Marco Graf, Fernando Grediaga, Nancy García García, Jorge Antonio Guerrero, Víctor Manuel Reséndez, y Verónica García Sueño En Otro Idioma | Eligio Meléndez, José Manuel Poncelis, Hoze Meléndez, Juan Pablo de Santiago, Fernando Álvarez Rebeil, Fátima Molina, Nicolasa Ortíz Monasterio, Norma Angélica, y Mónica Miguel Escena Battle On Titan | Avengers: Infinity War The Speech | Call Me By Your Name The Accident | Hereditary Ferris Wheel | Love, Simon Halo Jump | Mission: Impossible - Fallout Nacimiento | Roma Blockbuster Avengers: Infinity War Black Panther Bumblebee Crazy Rich Asians Mission: Impossible - Fallout A Quiet Place Non-Theatrical Release Annihilation Bird Box Leave No Trace Novitiate The Rider To All the Boys I’ve Loved Before Documental Hasta los Dientes Human Flow Jane No Intenso Agora Notes On Blindness Visages Villages Película Mexicana La Negrada Nuestro Tiempo La Región Salvaje Roma Sueño En Otro Idioma El Vigilante Película Iberoamericana Acusada El Ciudadano Ilustre La Noche de 12 Años Pájaros de Verano Una Mujer Fantástica Zama Circuito Independiente Disobedience The Florida Project I Am Not A Witch Pájaros de Verano La Región Salvaje Roma

[jonah-wright]

trying to get it wright || noah&jonah

Date: April 6th, 2019 

Location: The Lounge 

Summary: After everyone leaves the lounge for the evening, only Jonah and Noah are left, forced to confront each other, and of course, it doesn’t go very well. 

@noahwrightx

Jonah: Just as quickly as the lounge had filled up and was bustling, it had emptied, and even the last of the other occupants had left, leaving Jonah sitting on a chair, trying to keep himself a distance away from the reaper that looked both tired and agitated and all too much like he didn’t want him there. He should have left a while ago, but maybe he didn’t want to leave. It was no secret he wanted to know his brother, but avoiding probably would have been the better decision here. Teeth chew absently on the corner of his thumb, any current attempts to break the bad habit lost in his distracted state. “I-I’m sorry.” God he hates the way his voice stutters and cracks, taking a second to breathe and clear his throat. “I can um, go.” He says, though he doesn’t move other than his gaze shifting up, finally landing on Noah for once.

Noah: Noah could not seem to sit still in the newly silent lounge--he never could when he was uncomfortable, the anxiety that he couldn't hide leaking out in fluttering, bird-like hands, bitten nails. His fingers ran over the edge of his thumb as he watched Jonah bite at his own from the corner of his eye, a humorless laugh sticking in his throat at the thought that he did that, too. He swallowed it, shook his head at Jonah's apology, gave him strained, sad little smile. "No. You don't have to," he said, and ducked his head to rummage in his bag of candy--picked up a bag of chocolates, dumped them back in, began searching for something else, not that he knew what. His eyes flicked back up, met Jonah's briefly and then danced away again as he observed, "You're not from Kentucky."

Jonah: Jonah was so overly aware of his own movements, the way his knee bounced, the sting in his thumb where he was chewing, probably about to make it bleed with the way he was irritating the hangnail. He was so focused on his own nerves he barely registered Noah’s anxious movements. He lets out a little breath, catching himself and forcing his hand to drop from his mouth, curling it against his other hand as if to physically restrain himself from continuing to chew on his thumb. God he’d been stupid to come here. The lounge, the institute, all of it. Noah was probably better off not knowing him. He caught the smile, and honestly didn’t know how to interpret it. Noah was hard to read, to say the very least, not that Jonah had ever been very good at reading people. He’s not sure if he’s relieved or more nervous that Noah didn’t want him to leave, but at least the reaper didn’t seem angers, or if he was it was being contained. He watches, knee bouncing relentlessly as Noah digs through the bag, eyes shifting around the room, trying to figure out what to do himself, feeling all too restless. Eyes flicker back to Noah when the older man speaks again, and Jonah’s lips part, pausing for a moment before forcing a nod. “Oh yeah, I’m uh, from Denver.” He says his head continuing to nod, figuring when he’d met the other that he was from somewhere more south than him. Honestly his dad has refused to give him much info about his unknown brother. “I’m guessing that uh, you are?” He says, more or less returning the question because it seemed like the safe option, even though he had a million other questions in his head.

Noah: Watching Jonah's nervous shifting out of the corner of his eye, Noah could not help the guilt that swelled in his chest--he really had scared the poor kid, and fuck, yeah, okay, he'd meant to scare him, had been glad of it in the moment, but now... Well. He really was just a kid, on an island that he didn't seem particularly prepared for. It had been cruel. Noah's jaw worked as Jonah spoke and he plucked a candy from the bag, began picking at the corner of the wrapper with his nail, said, "Right. Denver. That's where you knew Rowan." A shrug at the question, a nod. "I'm from all over. But I--yeah. Louisville. Where my group home and foster homes were. It's--I mean, I guess I always assumed--your dad, he ain't--isn't he from around there?"

Jonah: Jonah allows his head to keep nodding, because that's what allows him to feel like he's got a grasp on this moment, when in all reality, he's does not have a grasp on anything. "We went to high school together." As if the small tidbit of information would give Noah was he was really looking for.  His knee continues bouncing, numerous questions caught on the tip of his tongue, but suppressed by the fact that the last thing he wanted to do was piss Noah off again. He shouldn't of come here, he knew that now, and he shouldn't have expected that Noah would want anything to do with him. But regardless of all that, he was here, and and it was just him and Noah somehow stuck in the lounge together and while he knew he should leave, he just didn't want to . Jonah listens, because as much as he questioned his dad about Noah, he'd been given minimal information, but the curiosity ran deep. He felt a twinge, a tug at himself somewhere deep when Noah mentioned foster homes, his eyes flickering down, feeling...guilty? Yes, guilty. "He uh, he always told us that he'd traveled a lot." He says, his head continuing to nod, teeth chewing on in the inside of his lip, forcing his hands to stay on his lap. "But uh, yeah, he's not from Denver."

Noah: "Oh," Noah said, which was an inadequate reply, but it was all he could think to say for a long moment. For all that he had imagined information about his parents, told stories as a child, he had never actually known anything real about them, not outside of their names, a photo found on an otherwise private social media page, the hazy, dream-like memories of toddlerhood.

He always told us that he'd traveled a lot.

He turned that around and around in his head for a long moment, and then--his face did something funny, confusion mixing with a smile that looked a little bit pained. "Us?" he asked. The word came out as a squeak and he had to pause, clear his throat, try again. "You said--us. Who is--who?"

Jonah: Jonah tensed slightly at the small 'oh' that fell from Noah's lips, his head that seemed to be continually nodding finally stopped, eyes shifting downwards because he didn't know if what he was saying was what Noah wanted to hear. The words spoken between them seemed to float in the air for a moment, and Jonah,  while he wanted to fill that silence, he forced himself to remain quiet.

Us.

Right. Jonah nods, because Noah didn't even know about the twins. A part of him didn't want to tell the older man, because he felt as if he were to tell him about the twins, suddenly he would be less important, or at least, that was always how it seemed to go.  

"Yeah uh..." He says with a nod, fingers picking at a thread on his sleeve, this part harder than the rest, because well, he'd always been used to being second to the twins, and it felt like that could be the case right here and now. "My uh, my older brother and sister." He says, tensing slightly. "Rebecca and Isaac. They're uh, they're twins." He says, forcing the words out, eyes refusing to look up, refusing to see whatever interest the other had in this new information.

Noah was utterly silent for a minute at the news that there were two more of them--twins! a brother and a sister! older! His father had forgotten him and moved on even earlier than he'd imagined!--and then, of all things, he laughed.

It was a laugh that was verging on hysterical, a strange, almost-giggle that probably made him look a little bit crazy, but hell, it felt good. It was a release, maybe, some of the unacknowledged emotions he'd been burying slipping out. When he stopped, he scrubbed a hand over his eyes, propped his head on one fist and smiled at Jonah--the first real smile he'd given the kid, wry but soft, genuine.

"Well. Old man loves his biblical names, don't he?" he said, and then laughed again, another little peal of giggles that he tried to stifle with his hand. "I'm sorry, I'm not--I'm not laughing at you, I'm just--fucking--Isaac and Rebecca. He ever actually pick up the good book?"

Jonah: Jonah tenses, because of all things he wasn't expecting what was about to happen. He was used to people fawning over his brother and sister, because well, they were good... at everything . But he certainly wasn't expecting the laugh that bubbled up from Noah, small for a moment and then building until borderline hysterical that forces Jonah to look up, brows knitting in confusion because this was not what he was expecting.

If he was being perfectly honest with himself, the way that Noah laughed at first caused his heart to hammer against his ribs in double time, worried that the other would much rather have known Isaac or Rebecca. But instead, Noah seemed... caught up on their names? Okay well, it hadn't taken Jonah long to realize that his father clearly had a thing for catholic names, especially when he'd been forced to sit through years of Sunday school until his parents had finally given up on that part of his upbringing.

The small flicker of a smile breaches on the corner of Jonah's lips because well... the fact that his father had decided that Rebecca and Isaac were good names for twins was pretty humorous. "He uh, he's always been pretty.... traditional." He says, not really sure what other way to phrase it.

Noah: "Traditional," Noah repeated with a little shake of his head, the laughter finally drying up, though that tentative smile still lingered. "Reckon that's one word for it, yeah," he said, and then, almost absently, "God, fuck that guy."

Of course, he seemed to catch himself as soon as he'd said it, expression turning sheepish as he went back to rummaging in his candy, gave up, searched his pockets for something to busy his hands instead. "I mean--sorry, he's your dad, whatever, I don't mean nothin' by it," he assured, dumping a handful of assorted trinkets onto the sofa in front of him. A shiny green button, a tiny wooden carving of a fish, half a pencil, a little tub of playdoh. It was the latter that he settled on, artist's fingers fidgeting with a lump of blue clay.

That was good. Better than the candy. Some of the tension seemed to ease from his shoulders, funneled into the clay in his hands.

"Did he--" Noah started, and then stopped, fingers pausing their movements before they started again and he cleared his throat, shook his head, changed tracks. "How old are you? You didn't--I ran you off so fast. I didn't ask."

Jonah: Jonah tries to pull a smile onto his lips as he watches the other's laughter start to subside, but it probably looks pained at best. He wasn't always the best with dealing with awkward or tense situations, never really knowing how to handle them. He blinks at Noah's next words, because even though he's thought the same sentiment before, many, many times, it had always remained just that, a thought. He had never once insulted his father out loud, the closest to which was if he complained lightly to Rowan. But he'd been taught to be polite, and respectful, and if he was honest, he would be way too scared to see just how angry his father would be if he found out he'd said anything against him.

Jonah however, shakes his head, because Noah had every right to hate Winston Wright, the man who had left him. The thought made him shudder a little, thinking of the other abandoned as a child. It was a thought he had to push aside, much like so many other things that were too much to deal with. "It's okay." He says quietly, watching the other with his distracted rifling through the candy bag. "I get if you hate him. Actually... you should hate him." He says, even quieter this time, almost as if Winston Wright, thousands of miles away, would be able to hear him if he spoke too loud.

Jonah watches curiously when Noah starts rifling through his pockets, pulling out all sorts of... stuff , and his head cocks slightly. Eyes watch the other's hands, focusing on that for a moment before his eyes flicker back up when Noah starts a question, but then stops. "Oh..." Jonah says, almost caught off guard with the question directed at him. "I'm 20." He says. "Isaac and Rebecca are 25, almost 26." He adds quickly, out of habit bringing up the twins, so used to them over shadowing him that he practically did it on his own at this point.

Noah: Noah's eyebrows raised at the quiet assurance that Jonah understood the way he felt about Winston Wright. He did hate him--more than he'd realized, actually, before Jonah's arrival stirred it up.

But there was no need to say that now. It was probably best not to, in fact--not to stir up his anger at Winston Wright and risk directing it at Jonah again. For all that he still wasn't sure he wanted anything to do with the kid, Rowan and Jude and Mercy had been right about that. It wasn't him that Noah was angry at, and the poor kid didn't deserve anything extra to be afraid of on the island.

And he really was just a kid. Twenty. Twenty, fuck. Noah was thirteen years older than him, had been on the street a year already when he was born, and he'd been at home, with parents, and older siblings, and--no, okay, that wasn't his fault. He took a deep breath, let it out slowly, said, "Jesus. You're just a baby," and then, when he realized that might have been rude, "I mean--sorry, fuck, just--why did you come here? Looking for me? I don't get it."

Jonah: Jonah’s heart was hammering in his chest so hard he could have sworn that he could hear it with every awkward silence that fell between them.

He would have given anything to know what Noah was thinking. Did he think that Jonah was weird? Was he angry? Annoyed? Disappointed? Jonah lets out a breath, wondering if this would have gone better if he was Isaac or Rebecca.

Brows furrow a little when Noah says that he’s just a baby, lips parting to protest, because god, he hated being called a baby. He’d always been the baby of the family, more emotional than the twins, and it had garnered him ridicule and relentless teasing, so it tended to be a bit of a sore spot.

But Noah speaks again before he could get a chance to say anything, not that he’d have even known what to say. Jonah swallows, pausing at the question, because it was something he’d been asking himself since he found out about Noah. Why did he come here? He didn’t want to tell Noah that it was because he could never measure up to the twins and he so desperately wanted someone, anyone to relate to, to be proud of him. But he couldn’t say that. “I guess I just...” he starts slowly, trying to articulate himself carefully. “It just didn’t seem fair.” His gaze falls to his lap, not really doing a good job of this so far. “I just uh... I wanted to know you. I’m sorry that I came here.” He adds the last part quickly, because he knows now that the last thing Noah probably wanted was to know him.

Noah: He let Jonah take his time to answer, fingers anxiously working the clay in his hands. By the time Jonah began to speak, it had taken the shape of a tiny, crude turtle; he laid it out in his palm, began drawing lines in the shell with his thumb nail, eyes focused intently on his work because it was easier than looking at Jonah.

Eventually, though, Jonah stopped talking, and there was nothing more that Noah could do to the clay in his hands. He fell still, sighed.

"No, it's not fair," he agreed. "But it ain't your fault, sugar."

Of course, he couldn't only address that part, as much as he wanted to. I wanted to know you, he'd said, and then, I'm sorry that I came here, and hell, Noah couldn't blame him if he had regrets. Dragging himself around the world, away from his family, expecting--well, Noah didn't know what he'd been expecting, but it couldn't have been him.

He'd been a disappointment plenty of times in his life. It wasn't a surprise to be one again.

Shaking his head, his fingers curled around the turtle he'd sculpted, smashed it, started again. "Yeah," he said, not sure what he was agreeing to. "I'm sorry I ain't what you were hoping to find, kid. You--make yourself into things, life like mine. They ain't always good."

Jonah: Like Noah, Jonah’s eyes were fixated on the way the other’s hands moved against the clay, marvelling for a moment at the way it takes shape. Brows furrow when the others restless fingers stopped, the small turtle sitting in the other’s palm, eyes finally flickering down. He knew it wasn’t his fault for the way his father had left Noah, but he couldn’t help the guilt. Jonah swallows and stays quiet, trying to still his bouncing knees.

He was scared for the others reaction, dreading being told that Noah didn’t want to know him. That Noah would have preferred that Jonah stayed away. He honestly expected that, not the words that came out of Noah’s mouth.

“What? That wasn't what I—” Jonah says, shaking his head quickly, brows knitting together with stress, that guilt settling a little bit deeper. “I mean I wasn’t expecting uh, the wings or the um... other stuff." He says, glazing over the fact that his brother was dead, and was not acknowledging that yet. "But I know that you're uh, not happy that I'm here, and I uh, I'm sorry for that. For coming here and uh... inconveniencing you." He says, now avoiding the other's gaze, his own shifting to the side.

Noah: His head lifted at Jonah's response, expression unusually bare in his surprise, though of course it only remained that way for the briefest of moments before he mastered it again. Eyebrows furrowed, he gave Jonah a wry, amused sort of smile, tilted his head to one side as he considered him.

"The dead stuff?" he asked lightly, fingers still once more, the clay in his hands still formless, though it was clear he'd been shaping it into something. "Or the mean stuff?" he added, lifting one hand and miming punching himself in the face, as if he needed to explain what he meant.

A pause, and then his eyes turned back to the clay, his fingers resumed their movements. "I'm not--" he started, and then paused, shook his head. A second to consider, and then he tried again. "I don't know that I'm unhappy you're here," he said, and it was true. "Or if I am, it's not really you, it's just--you tell yourself certain things, to get by, you know? I've told myself a lot of things, over the years. And you--the fact that you exist means some of them ain't true." That was a lot of vulnerability, more than he liked, so he was quick to add, "Besides, I'm a fucking asshole, and I'm not really sure what I've got to offer you, kid."

Jonah: Noah's expressions only seemed to vary slightly, the other having far more control over what he was feeling than Jonah felt he had. He could feel the way the lines of stress on his forehead had formed and showed no signs of going away.

The stress only seemed to appear more evident in his features when Noah brought up the whole being dead thing, and it was bizarre to Jonah that he said it with a smile, like it wasn't something to be concerned or taken aback about. He watches the small punching motion that Noah makes, and well, yeah that had been... startling, it wasn't something that seemed to hang in the back of his mind like the other topic. "The first one." Jonah says quietly, continuing to attempt to hold his own hands still.

He couldn't seem to get himself to look away from Noah's moving hands, heart skipping a beat, because a part of him wonders if Noah is just going to tell him to get lost, to go back to where he came from, because he wasn't wanted here. He'd understand, if that was what Noah wanted, but that didn't mean it wouldn't hurt. He swallows, listening, and he just can't help the way his stomach twists in his gut, wishing, desperately that this could just be easy.

Jonah nods, the last few weeks giving him time to mull over what he hadn't really thought too much about before he'd come here. Since finding out about Noah his mind had been put into a whirlwind and all he could think about was how much he wanted to meet the other, not really how he would react. But now, now he understood. Of course Noah would be pissed, and hurt, and probably so many other things he couldn't comprehend. His head keeps nodding because he doesn't know what to say, knowing there's nothing he could do to make that hurt, or whatever Noah was feeling any less. "I'm sorry." He says again, because it feels like the only thing he can say right now that was even close to being appropriate.

His own expression shifts, because in all reality, Jonah felt like the one who had little to offer; not like Isaac or Rebecca would. They were the popular, likable ones, the ones that everyone got along with. But Noah seemed... different from the twins. Sure, he wasn't small and scrawny like Jonah, but there were faults, and something about that only made Jonah feel drawn towards him, the relief that at least one of his siblings wasn't perfect. "I just um..." He says, trying to find his words, letting out a little breath as he looks down into his lap again. "I don't really want anything... I just wanted to know you, I guess. But I understand if you don't want that." He says, his words a little slower, purposefully picked, and steady, an attempt to not show too much desperation.

Noah: “I can see how the dead thing might be a hard pill to swallow,” Noah said mildly, his eyes trained on his clay again. It seemed to be taking the shape of a bird this time, practiced hands shaping a beak and folded wings. “If it’s any consolation, it was either this or, you know, proper dead. Probably ain’t, but uh—ain’t a bad deal on my end. No heart beat, but my brain works fine. Well—much as it ever did.”

The last was offered with a self-deprecating smile, a brief knock of his knuckles against his skull, but it was a defense mechanism more than an actual joke. It was the same thing that drove him to undo spelling corrections in his texts, the undeniable instinct to make himself look less intelligent. It was largely useless now—he did not need to be underestimated by marks, or cops—but some habits died hard. He did not know why he was doing it with Jonah.

He shrugged at the apology because he did not know what to say to it. It was not okay, but it was not Jonah’s fault either, not really. He’d meant well, Noah understood, though he could not entirely understand why he’d been interested enough to travel all the way here.

“Nobody knows me,” he said mildly, an automatic response. It had been true, once, but he was not so sure now. He sighed, drew lines into his little bird’s tail with his finger, shook his head. “Or maybe they do, hell. I don’t know kid.” His hands fell still, the little bird held gently between them.

“I had a sister,” he admitted after a moment, and then, clarifying, before Jonah could panic, “A foster sister, I mean, and that went—“ he shook his head, lifted one hand to mime an explosion. “I don’t want to—“ Another cut off, the words ‘fail again’ dying on his lips, the unspoken truth tucked away, compartmentalized for another day, another session with Miss Jude.

He dragged his eyes away from the bird in his hand to look at Jonah. He could see the resemblance now—the hint of shared DNA, traces of his own reflection in Jonah’s face, except… Well. Except that Jonah’s face was so much more open. He had not learned to lie the way that Noah had, no trial by fire for survival to craft him into a thief and a conman and a fine actor. He was still soft.

And for whatever reason, he thought he wanted to know Noah.

“Can I think about it?” Noah asked finally. “It’s not—it’s not you, I just—I don’t know how to do—family.” And he was scared. And he did not want to agree only for Jonah to be disappointed when he realized what sort of person Noah was.

Jonah: Jonah opens his mouth, closes it, and repeats that two more times. He wanted to ask, the question on the tip of his tongue, his curiosity trying to get the better of him, but instead, he closes his mouth once more, the question lingering only in his mind. How could you possibly go about asking how someone died when they were sitting right there in front of you? It wasn't a situation he'd ever pictured himself being in. No heartbeat? Jonah works to keep his expression neutral, but even he knows it's a losing battle, the stress showing so clearly on his features.

The comment, the little gesture, he knew it well. Jonah, while he was someone that wanted to be smart, and perfect, and live up to the legacy that his siblings had created, he was also someone that put himself down more than anyone else. It was as if it would hurt less if he just pointed out how dumb he was so others couldn't do it for him.

Jonah swallows, listening, the whole conversation, or rather the few sparring words shared between them strung together by awkward looks and idle hands, was making him more than uneasy. He wonders how he ever could have come here thinking that he was just going to meet Noah and everything was going to be okay. Once again, he would be the first to admit how stupid he really was.

He had no idea the kind of life Noah had. He knew the other had been in foster care, he'd mentioned that, but for someone like Jonah, he'd only ever seen something like that from the outside. He knew he was lucky, he had a home, with two parents and siblings, and while things weren't necessarily ideal, he had no reason to complain.

Eyes flicker up at the mention of a sister, the other answering unformed questions in his mind with the additional information. But that didn't stop his heart from plummeting into his gut. Even now, when he knew that this was a bad idea, and he should have never come, he was hopeful. But of course, Noah already had someone, or he'd had. He wasn't sure what exactly Noah meant but he guessed it hadn't been good. But Noah had someone. The twins had each other. And Jonah had... his studying. He swallows again, nodding, looking down because he doesn't want the other to see the disappointment. He know's that it's not within his right to be disappointed, but he can't  help it. He doesn't see the other looking at him while he avoids Noah's gaze.

Fingers curl together, because he knows that this isn't going to work. He'd made an assumption, one that wasn't his to make, and he'd come here when he shouldn't have. Noah was better off not knowing that he existed, and all he'd done by coming here was stir up past hurt. "It's fine." He says, this time his voice feels hollow, because it's one he's manufactured for himself. Years of disappointment, of being told no, of having the twins walk all over him and do whatever they wanted while he was forced to linger in the shadows, it had taught him enough to pretend to be okay till he could find somewhere to be on his own.

"I shouldn't have come here." He says, eyes flickering up again, shoulders squaring, face shifting into an ambiguous expression that he'd be able to hold long enough to get out of there. Escape. That was his focus now, his mind shifting to it's more analytical state. There was a problem, a tension between them, and Jonah was the issue, so he knew to make it better he'd need to remove himself from the equation. "It wasn't fair to you, for me to just show up here. I'm sorry." He pushes himself up with one quick motion, standing somewhat rigidly. "I will..." He thinks for a moment, mind shuffling through his options. "...I might have to finish the semester here. But I'll start looking for places to transfer." The words weren't angry, or sad, rather spoken in a factual was as if this was just how it was, and how things were going to be.

Noah: Noah’s brow furrowed and he flinched visibly in his surprise at—well, at what felt an awful lot like a rejection.

He was silent for a moment, lips parted as he went over everything he’d said, tried to figure out what he’d done wrong. Hadn’t he been nice? He did not feel like he’d been unkind, or unreasonable—he’d been trying his best, in fact, to be open to the idea of allowing Jonah in his life, he’d been reminding himself who he was truly angry at, and yet…

“Oh,” he said finally, when it became clear that he needed to say something. Jonah seemed to be waiting for his response after all, lingering stiff and uncomfortable on his feet. His expression remained unguarded for one more second, confusion and perhaps a little hurt visible in the line of his brow and the slight down-turn of his lips, and then, as usual, he found his resolve and masked it.

“Alright, I guess,” he said with a shrug, as if it didn’t matter to him one way or another—which it didn’t, of course, why would he care? He didn’t. Jonah could leave if he wanted, it was better that way, the island was a shitty place and Noah was a shitty person and his being here did neither of them any good. He stuffed the clay he’d been fussing with back into its tub, destroying the bird he’d been crafting in a hurry, suddenly desperate to be out of here, before the ache in his stupid chest got worst. He didn’t care.

“Good luck then, kid,” he said, as casual as anything. He got to his feet, hesitated, then added, “You don’t have to go. I’ll go. From the lounge, I mean. Guards don’t really check here much, better than your cell.” He didn’t know why he was saying it, it wasn’t his business, Jonah had changed his mind and Noah didn’t care anyway, so why was he giving him advice? But before he could stop himself, he added one last thing—the tub of clay in his hands, dropped on the coffee table between them, a clear offering.

“For your hands,” he said, wiggling one of his own in the air, PlayDoh visible beneath his fingernails. “It helps. With—“ Another little wiggle, clearly meant to demonstrate the fidgeting that they shared, and then he nodded, once, stiffly, stuffed his hands into his pockets, and headed for the door.

Jonah: If Jonah had been anyone else, maybe he'd have noticed the flinch, or the way that Noah's face seemed to deflate. But instead his mind had switched over to autopilot, focusing on extracting himself from the situation that he had so clearly made uncomfortable. It was like something clicked into place that this wasn't going to work, that Noah would be better off without him around, and he needed to accept that now before it hurt too much.

But the swell in his chest and the prickling behind his eyes was enough to tell him that it still hurt, even if he didn't know the guy. Just another sibling that didn't want anything to do with him, nothing new, he'd get over it. Right? Right.

When Noah spoke again, Jonah nods, seeing now, the way he shrugs it off, of course only taking note after the other's mask had been put back on. It felt like a confirmation to him that this was right. This was what had to be done. Eyes blink for a moment when the little bird that, in Jonah's mind had taken shape so quickly and masterfully was suddenly crushed. Hands shove into his pockets to distract them.

He needed to get out of there, away from Noah, because he could feel that telltale build in his chest, the one that made him know he needed to be alone. But it was better this way, he kept repeating in his mind, over and over. Noah didn't want or need another sibling that was just going to disappoint him or whatever had happened with his foster sister. He didn't need Jonah. He gives another stiff nod at the wishing of good luck, shifting slightly but pausing when Noah moves to leave instead, telling him to stay.

He's scared to talk, fearing the way his voice would shake, so instead he stays silent for now. Eyes follow as Noah the small tub of PlayDoh is placed on the coffee table, and at first Jonah is confused. His gaze flickers back up to Noah. Oh.

"Thanks." There's a slight waver to his voice that he hates, but he says it anyway. He wants to say more. He wants to ask Noah to stay. But he just watches as the man walks away, waiting until he was completely out of sight, standing there for a few minutes longer. Swallowing, his eyes glance back down to the tub of PlayDoh, and before he can even think about it, his hand is reaching down and shoving it into his pocket. Raking fingers through his hair, Jonah paces back, and forth, and back again, stopping for a moment to kick the side of a couch. "Shit, shit, shit." He breathes in a whisper to himself, heels of his hands pressing into his eyes. It felt so final.

This wasn't how it was supposed to go.

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Oscar 2017: Predicciones

Faltan algunos meses para la temporada de premios, pero en las próximas semanas se desarrollarán los principales festivales de cine alrededor del mundo, y las principales contendientes participarán para ganarse un lugar ante los ojos de la prensa y los miembros de la Academia. Repasaremos a los candidatos con mayores posibilidades en cada categoría:

MEJOR PELÍCULA

Dunkirk (dir. Christopher Nolan)

The Papers (dir. Steven Spielberg)

Downsizing (dir. Alexander Payne)

The Beguiled (dir. Sofia Coppola)

Call Me By Your Name (dir. Luca Guadagnino)

mother! (dir. Darren Aronofsky)

Last Flag Flying (dir. Richard Linklater)

Detroit (dir. Kathryn Bigelow)

Phantom Thread (dir. Paul Thomas Anderson)

Darkest Hour (dir. Joe Wright)

Contendientes:

Wonderstruck (dir. Todd Haynes)

Battle of the Sexes (dir. Jonathan Dayton, Valerie Faris)

All the Money in the World (dir. Ridley Scott)

The Current War (dir. Alfonso Gomez-Rejon)

Mudbound (dir. Dee Rees)

Blade Runner 2049 (dir. Denis Villeneuve)

The Florida Project (dir. Sean Baker)

The Glass Castle (dir. Destin Daniel Cretton)

Molly’s Game (dir. Aaron Sorkin)

Suburbicon (dir. George Clooney)

Victoria and Abdul (dir. Stephen Frears)

Wonder Wheel (dir. Woody Allen)

The Killing of a Sacred Deer (dir. Yorgos Lanthimos)

Mary Magdalene (dir. Garth Davis)

The Meyerowitz Stories (dir. Noah Baumbach)

MEJOR DIRECTOR

Sofia Coppola (The Beguiled)

Luca Guadagnino (Call Me By Your Name)

Christopher Nolan (Dunkirk)

Paul Thomas Anderson (Phantom Thread)

Steven Spielberg (The Papers)

Contendientes:

Richard Linklater (Last Flag Flying)

Todd Haynes (Wonderstruck)

Dee Rees (Mudbound)

Darren Aronofsky (mother!)

Alexander Payne (Downsizing)

Luca Guadagnino (Call Me By Your Name)

Kathryn Bigelow (Detroit)

Joe Wright (Darkest Hour)

Sean Baker (The Florida Project)

Denis Villeneuve (Blade Runner 2049)

MEJOR ACTOR PRINCIPAL

Daniel Day-Lewis (Phantom Thread)

Gary Oldman (Darkest Hour)

Matt Damon (Downsizing)

Tom Hanks (The Papers)

Timothée Chalamet (Call Me By Your Name)*

Contendientes:

Joaquin Phoenix (You Were Never Really Here)

Fionn Whitehead (Dunkirk)

Chadwick Boseman (Marshall)

Javier Bardem (mother!)*

Steve Carell (Battle of the Sexes)

Jason Clarke (Mudbound)

Benedict Cumberbatch (The Current War)

Robert Pattinson (Good Time)

Hugh Jackman (Logan, The Greatest Showman)  

Michael Fassbender (The Snowman)

*Podría ir como Actor Secundario

MEJOR ACTRIZ PRINCIPAL

Kate Winslet (Wonder Wheel)

Jennifer Lawrence (mother!)

Nicole Kidman (The Beguiled)

Carey Mulligan (Mudbound)

Judi Dench (Victoria and Abdul)

Contendientes:

Jessica Chastain (Molly’s Game)

Sally Hawkins (The Shape of Water)

Meryl Streep (The Papers)

Brie Larson (The Glass Castle)

Daniela Vega (Una Mujer Fantástica)

Emma Stone (Battle of the Sexes)

Frances McDormand (Three Billboards Outside of Ebbing, Missouri)

Kristen Wigg (Downzising)*

Rooney Mara (Mary Magdalane)

Annette Benning (Film Stars Don't Die in Liverpool)

*Podría ir como Actriz Secundaria

MEJOR ACTOR SECUNDARIO

Armie Hammer (Call Me By Your Name)

Woody Harrelson (The Glass Castle)

Willem Dafoe (The Florida Project)

Jason Mitchell (Mudbound)

Idris Elba (Molly’s Game)

Contendientes:

Timothée Chalamet (Call Me By Your Name)*

Javier Bardem (mother!)*

Ed Harris (mother!)

Mark Rylance (Dunkirk)

John Hurt (The Darkest Hour)

Oscar Isaac (Suburbicon)

Michael Shannon (The Current War, The Shape of Water)

Joaquin Phoenix (Mary Magdalene)

Michael Stuhlbarg (Call Me By Your Name)

Christoph Waltz (Downsizing)

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MEJOR ACTRIZ SECUNDARIA

Julianne Moore (Wonderstruck, Suburbicon)

Kirsten Dunst (The Beguiled)

Michelle Pfeiffer (mother!)

Melissa Leo (Novitiate)

Mary J. Blige (Mudbound)

Contendientes:

Elle Fanning (The Beguiled)

Naomi Watts (The Glass Castle)

Michelle Williams (The Gratest Showman)

Kristin Scott Thomas (The Darkest Hour)

Kristen Wigg (Downsizing)*

Margot Robbie (Goodbye, Christopher Robin)

Julia Roberts (Wonder)

Nicole Kidman (The Killing of a Sacred Deer)

Octavia Spencer (The Shape of Water)

Carrie Fisher (Star Wars: The Last Jedi)

*Podría ir como Actriz Principal.

MEJOR GUION ORIGINAL

Kumail Nanjiani y Emily V. Gordon (The Big Sick)

Christopher Nolan (Dunkirk)

Jordan Peele (Get Out)

Alexander Payne & Jim Taylor (Downsizing)

Paul Thomas Anderson (Phantom Thread)

Contendientes:

Darren Aronofsky (mother!)

Woody Allen (Wonder Wheel)

Taylor Sheridan (Wind River)

Sean Baker (The Florida Project)

Simon Beaufoy (Battle of the Sexes)

Mark Boal (Detroit)

Efthymis Filippou, Yorgos Lanthimos (The Killing of a Sacred Deer)

Joel & Ethan Coen, George Clooney (Suburbicon)

Liz Hannah & Josh Singer (The Papers)

Noah Baumbach (The Meyerowitz Stories)

MEJOR GUION ADAPTADO

Virgil Williams & Dee Rees (Mudbound)

Brian Selznick (Wonderstruck)

James Ivory (Call Me By Your Name)

Sofia Coppola (The Beguiled)

Richard Linklater (Last Flag Flying)

Contendientes:

Aaron Sorkin (Molly’s Game)

Lee Hall (Victoria and Abdul)

Helen Edmundson, Philippa Goslett (Mary Magdalene)

Hampton Fancher, Michael Green (Blade Runner 2049)

Scott Neustadter & Michael H. Weber (The Disaster Artist)

Mark Bomback & Matt Reeves (War for the Planet of the Apes)

Lynne Ramsay (You Were Really Never Here)

Loung Ung, Angelina Jolie (First They Killed My Father)

Destin Daniel Cretton, Marti Noxon, Andrew Lanham (The Glass Castle)

John Pollono (Stronger)

MEJOR PELÍCULA ANIMADA

Coco (Pixar/Disney)

The Lego Batman Movie (Warner Animation)

Animal Crackers (China Film Group Corporation)

Ferdinand (Blue Sky Studios/Fox)

The Breadwinner (Cartoon Saloon)

Contendientes:

Birdboy: The Forgotten Children (GKIDS)

Despicable Me 3 (Illumination/Universal)

Captain Underpants: The First Epic Movie (Dreamworks)

The Boss Baby (Dreamworks)

The Lego Ninjago Movie (Warner Animation)

The Smurfs: The Lost Village (Sony Amination)

Cars 3 (Pixar/Disney)

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Bulls vs. Grizzlies Game Preview and Open Thread

Chicago Bulls (13-44) vs. Memphis Grizzlies (23-35)

7 p.m., United Center

Injury Report:

After taking a hard spill against the Milwaukee Bucks on Monday, the Bulls didn’t have point guard Kris Dunn practice yesterday and he’s listed as questionable to play tonight against Memphis.

For The Grizzlies, Kyle Anderson is out with a shoulder injury. Mike Conley missed their game last night with an illness but is expected to play.

Grizzlies Lineups:

The last time Joakim Noah played in a game at the United Center was Nov. 4, 2016. Every single time he steps onto the United Center floor, the Bulls should make him a new tribute video. When I run for Mayor of Chicago in 2023, that is my platform

In one of the happier stories of the NBA season, Noah has found a home in Memphis. He’s played backup minutes, but has averaged 5.2 points and 4.7 rebounds in 28 games in Grind City.

With fellow veteran big man Marc Gasol recently getting shipped out to the Toronto Raptors, Noah has seen an uptick in minutes (24.2) and production (13.5 points and 9.0 rebounds). Regardless of numbers, it’s amazing to see the 33-year-old get another chance in the NBA.

Returning in the Gasol trade was Jonas Valanciunas who also plays in big lineups off the bench. They acquired even more new rotation players at the deadline in Delon Wright, Avery Bradley (scored 33 last night) and CJ Miles.

Lineups:

Since the NBA trade deadline, the Chicago Bulls most used five-man lineup is Kris Dunn, Zach LaVine, Otto Porter Jr., Lauri Markkanen, and Robin Lopez (52 minutes). This happens to also be the lineup that Jim Boylen has ran out there to start all three games.

The early returns aren’t bad with a 5.0 net rating.

Porter provides a solid 3-and-D option at a position that the Bulls had filled with guys who either didn’t fit there or weren’t good enough to play the position effectively. The Bulls now have legitimate shooting threats at three positions in their starting lineup (LaVine, Porter, Markkanen) which is an upgrade to what they had before.

Porter has been outstanding since joining the Bulls, putting up 17.7 points per game on a sizzling 57.1 percent from the field from long range.

This is a rare game where the Bulls are favored, with the Grizzlies being bad, further jumbled by the trade deadline, and losing a close one last night against the Spurs. This may be the Bulls first home win of 2019 as they look to head into the All Star break with ‘optimism’.

Source: https://www.blogabull.com/2019/2/13/18223916/chicago-bulls-vs-memphis-grizzlies-game-preview-injury-report-lineups