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xmads-omensx · 9 days ago

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Part 4

Word Count: 1,729

Pairing: Noah Sebastian X Reader

Content Warnings: fake dating, swearing, vague mentions of alcohol, argument, vague slut-shaming

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“What the fuck are you doing here?” Noah asked, angry at the fact that she had showed up, uninvited once again.

“Because I don’t want you seeing other women.” She shouted back.

“Other women?” I intervened, sensing Noah’s discomfort. “He’s my fucking boyfriend.”

“Oh wow. So you’re fucking this slut now?” She shrieked.

“Shut the fuck up!” Matt called form the hallway, saving us from the perpetual hell we had found ourselves in. “Seriously, can we just enjoy the party?”

Grace huffed and walked away, clearly not wanting to be kicked out of the party just yet, but I’m sure that was where the night would be heading.

Noah’s demeanour had visibly changed since we had exited his bedroom. He seemed angry, tired and sad all at once.

Placing my hand on his arm, I offered him a comforting squeeze. The bare skin of his tattooed forearm was warm. I could feel the hairs stand up as my hand caressed his arm.

“We can just ditch the party if you’re not up for it and just watch some anime instead? I’m sure that Jesse and the others wouldn’t mind.” I suggested gently.

“No. I can’t just let her win like that. Besides I have a girlfriend and I think she wants to have a good time tonight.” Noah said with a sigh, winking at me when he said ‘girlfriend’ as if he and I were in on a little scandalous secret together, which we were in fairness.

I laughed softly at his reply, my eyes briefly flitting to his lips that were extraordinarily close to my own.

“I think she does too.” I smiled up at him before gently taking his large hand in mine and walking back towards the stairs.

The party downstairs was lively. Jesse was animatedly talking to Davis about something that, based on his hand gestures, seemed to have been very exciting.

JT and Clint were chatting with Folio and Bryan in one corner, hiding from the rest of the party.

Grace snarled at me from the kitchen, furious that I had apparently stolen Noah from her. Good. The bitch deserved to hurt.

My phone buzzed in my back pocket, quickly checking it I saw that it was a text message from Gabi on our trio group chat from work checking in about how the party was going. I shot back a quick reply telling her that it was good so far, but Noah’s ex was here. I knew that I would want to vent to her about it later in the week.

She shot back a quick reply letting e know that she was anxiously awaiting the debrief next time we were at work.

Noah walked over to where Matt stood talking to Orie. They were the three quieter men, so they tended to huddle together at events like these to avoid any unnecessary social interactions.

Jesse, however, was the complete opposite and rushed over to me, gushing about the latest book he had read, filling my ears with his excited ramblings as he detailed the plot, the characters, the ending, everything.

I always admired how passionate Jesse was about reading. Sure, it was only a simple hobby, but the depth in which he took his perceptions of every single detail were truly remarkable. It was no wonder to be that he was so good at songwriting.

The way that his eyes lit up as he talked about his favourite scenes and characters made me smile.

Noah walked over to us after about ten minutes and snaked his arm around my shoulders, pulling me close, before placing a gentle kiss on the top of my head, clearly conscious of the glares that I had been receiving from Grace.

He was very good at putting this act on.

Over the past few weeks of this, I began to resent moments like these.

The way his body was warm against mine. The way I could the vibrations in his chest with every single word that he spoke. The way that I could feel my own heart begin to quicken as he neared me.

Part of me wished that I had never made up the stupid lie in the first place.

Wished that I had never kissed Noah in that car park.

Wished that I wasn’t stood in his arms at a party, pretending.

Wished that I wasn’t pretending to love him.

I hated it.

Luckily for Noah and I, the party flew by with no further interference from Grace.

Part of me was put one edge by this fact since, well from what I had heard at least, she was bound to cause some drama at some point. But the smile on Noah’s face as he talked to his friends put me at ease.

Until it was getting towards the time people started to leave.

Matt, JT and Clint left together, followed by many other partygoers, leaving the people who lived in the house, me and Grace.

Fuck.

Getting her to leave might prove difficult.

She was very obviously drunk. Her slender figure swaying to and fro as she walked towards Noah, Jesse and I.

Jolly was stood by the front door, frustrated, as he held it open for Grace, who hadn’t seemed to have taken the hint.

Apparently she realised that was her queue to leave as Jesse pulled up the Uber app on his phone to book a cab to take Grace home. She leant against the wall with a shaky hand as she guided herself towards Jolly’s open hand and the open front door.

“You know, Y/N?” She slurred. “You’re just like me.”

The four of us, besides Grace of course, looked at eachother with a confused expression plastered across our faces.

We were nothing alike.

“What do you mean?” It was Jesse who spoke up.

“Using Noah like she is.” Grace slurred. The room went silent.

“I’m not using Noah.” I defended.

“Yes you are. You slut. You saw a handsome man who was already obsessed with you, and dove right into his bed. I don’t blame you though, he’s reeeaallly fucking good.” She giggled, looking at Noah who shifted uncomfortably, his eyes darting straight down to his shoes as Grace looked him up and down with suggestive eyes.

“Leave Noah out of this and go home.” I said, frustrated.

“Why would I leave Noah out of this, you’re screwing HIM over.” She yelled.

“No I’m not.” I defended.

“You so are, you slut, you’ll fuck him and get him hooked on you because he’s already in love with you, then you’ll leave him in the dirt.” She screamed.

“Who the fuck do you think you are, coming into my boyfriend’s house unannounced, then yelling at me.” I snarled back at her.

“I just want what’s best for Noah. And that definitely isn’t a slut like you.” She finished with a laugh, just as Jolly gently grabbed her elbow and escorted her outside to the uber we had called for her.

The room descended into a deafening silence.

Jesse said nothing.

I said nothing.

Noah said nothing.

After all, Grace was right, I was using Noah. I was using him to scare off my boss. Granted, he was using me too, but the principle still stood.

“She’s wrong, Y/N.” Jesse started, just as Noah began to walk towards the kitchen, past me. “You’re not a slut.”

“I know that.” I mumbled.

Noah didn’t say anything.

Why didn’t he say anything?

If he was supposed to be my boyfriend, why didn’t he defend me? Stand up for me?

Sure, having Jesse comfort me was nice, but it wasn’t what I wanted.

I wanted Noah.

I wanted him to tell me that everything was okay, because I would believe him.

I would always believe him.

“Noah, she’s lying.” I said calmly. There was no way that he could possibly believe her. Grace was quite literally the least trustworthy person on the planet, yet her words had sent Noah into silence.

“Noah say something to her man.” Jesse said.

Noah opened his mouth as if to speak, but no words came out. Instead he sighed and looked at his shoes before retreating upstairs, presumably to his bedroom.

“What’s his deal.” I said. I intended it to be a question, but it came out a lot more frustrated than I meant it to be.

“Do you want me to go talk to him?” Jesse asked.

“No, just leave him to it.” I said, sitting down on the sofa with a defeated sigh.

“Are you doing okay?” Jesse asked. “She said some seriously fucked up stuff.”

“I’ll get over it.” I shrugged. “But I’m not sure Noah will.”

“What do you mean?” He asked, tilting his head.

Jolly came in and joined us on the other sofa.

“Well, he’s not exactly going to want to keep doing this with someone who is just using him and will leave him when they’re done with him.” I said with a sarcastic laugh.

“What do you mean? That’s not what’s going to happen.” Jolly asked with a laugh of disbelief.

“No, Jolly, that’s exactly what’s going to happen.” I started with a dejected sigh. “Noah and I are using eachother. That’s the point of this arrangement. I use him to get rid of Stephen. He uses me to get rid of Grace. Then we’re done.”

Another silence enveloped the room. This time more painful than the last.

“Just like that?” Jesse asked with a slightly sceptical tone.

“Yep.” I said bluntly.

“But that can’t just be it.” Jolly said, leaning forwards in his seat, resting his elbows on his knees.

“Except it is, Jolly. It is over. Just like that. Noah and I made an agreement and we’re sticking to it.” I said with an accidental edge to my voice.

“Y/N stop.” Jesse said calmly, placing a hand on my shoulder. “It’s not his fault.”

“Well it’s not my fault either!” I yelled, standing up and shoving Jesse’s hand off of me.

“What’s not your fault, Y/N?” Jolly asked with a concerned look on his face.

“It’s not my fucking fault that I’m in love with him okay!” I yelled.

Silence returned into the room.

The sound of my heart beating rapidly filled my ears as realisation seeped into my mind.

Oh no.

What had I just done?

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pilkypills · 21 days ago

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hi here’s the company + amongus playstyles ඞ

Thorin: An unmitigated loser. His instincts about who to trust are somehow always wrong. Dies first frequently. Hates being impostor because he is terrible at lying. Has to constantly be reminded that even if he’s dead he still has to do tasks.

Fili: Likes to play detective and trick other people into saying too much. Stays in the vents way too often and too long. It’s gotten to the point where if the others even see him near one, he’ll get accused and ejected even if he’s innocent. Constantly trying to convince the others to try the additional role options.

Kili: A good, if overeager player. Gets bloodthirsty as impostor and goes for as many kills as he can. Almost always targets Fili first, which usually gets him caught. Says cheesy one-liners too. Average as crewmate.

Balin: Years of diplomatic training have prepared him for this. Can consistently talk himself out of ejection. Very strategic as an impostor. Pulls off the most impressive kills. Camps security cameras as crewmate.

Dwalin: Perceptive, but tends to overreact a lot to getting called sus which makes things worse for himself. Holds a grudge like nobody’s business. Low win rate.

Oin: Plays the game because Gloin wont shut up about it (secretly likes to feel included). Gets caught immediately as impostor bc he doesn’t really give a shit. Does enjoy the task minigames a little. Doesn’t mind getting killed early because hovering through walls is “so much easier”

Gloin: picked up the game because Gimli likes it. Loves the customization options. Has bought matching amogus merch for him and his son. Average level player all around.

Dori: Gets annoyed when crewmates don’t do tasks, even when he’s impostor. Usually the first to respond to sabotages. Very liberal with the emergency button since he’s discovered it updates the task bar.

Nori: ONLY stack kills. Likes high-risk 4d chess moves that rarely pan out for him. As crewmate its impossible to get him to do tasks. King of third-impostoring. Low win rate but having a great time.

Ori: Plays a very subtle impostor game, letting his teammate do most of the kills. Rarely ever caught. Loves tactical door sabotages. Thinks being crewmate is a bit boring.

Bombur: Tends to get voted out because he doesn’t speak up during discussion. A subtle player like Ori. Never holds a grudge and always makes sure to congratulate the winners. High loss rate as crewmate, average as impostor.

Bifur: ONLY interested in the task minigames. If he catches the impostor he will straight up be like ‘I do not see it 😌’ Never rats anyone out, rarely does any killing as impostor.

Bofur: Undisputed Company amongus champion. Cmon. He’s Bofur. He dominates and derails discussion time so no voting gets done. The others always tell themselves they won’t trust him anymore and they forget pretty much every single time. An observant crewmate, too. High win rate on both sides.

Bilbo: Gets away with a lot by virtue of being himself. Everyone feels bad about accusing Bilbo, a fact he smugly uses to his advantage (often to hilarious results). Does his best work with Nori as his partner. They are chaos incarnate.

#a follow up to the drawing i did eons ago sorry it took so long #the hobbit #thorin oakenshield #bilbo baggins #fíli #kíli #balin #dwalin #bofur #ori the dwarf #dori the dwarf #nori the dwarf #sorry for the long post eep

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anon-e-miss · 3 months ago

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Barbarian AU - Sad Momma Prowl version

“That’s… a fair point.” Punch vented a long intake. “I’ll have a talk wit’m. In the meantime, Rico, show’m around.”

“Yes, Ori,” Ricochet replied.

Barricade did not rubbed his wrists though the gold shackles must have been uncomfortable. He rose without waiting for Ricochet to offer him a servo. Ricochet was not surprised that his progenitor had not found a conjunx for him, only a mech with a death wish would try to force this mech into his berth. Consider his brother had been not just a senator but rich enough to finance caravans, Ricochet figured their progenitor had been a wealthy mech himself. It would not have suited him to give over even his receptive creation to just anyone, they would have needed to be one of the elite and none of those elite had the ball-bearings to contend with a firebrand. How exactly he had allowed his receptive creation to become so fierce was an interesting question.

“So maybe blackmailin’ the mech wasn’t such a nasty thing to do,” Ricochet declared as he escorted Barricade out of Punch’s rooms.

“Crosscut was always a nasty sack of slag,” Barricade explained. “When we were young, when our progenitor sided with me over him on anything, Crosscut always promised to sell me to a fishmonger as soon as he got the chance.”

“A’ight,” Ricochet declared. “Mech was definitely askin’ for it.”

“I thought so,” Barricade replied.

“‘M thinkin’ yer other brother ain’t much better since he sold ya, ‘n Prowl both,” Ricochet said.

“Sideways is forged from the same metal,” Barricade said. “Just with none of the intelligence or charm of Crosscut. He’ll blow every credit in a vorn and find himself Empurata when he can’t pay his debts.”

“Praxus sounds vicious,” Ricochet replied.

“It is,” Barricade said. “It’s a beautiful hellscape, devoid of any spark or joy.”

“Did ya e’er think o’ runnin’ away?” Ricochet asked.

“No,” Barricade replied, with a shake of his helm. “Runaways end up like Prowl… or worse. For the same crime, grand theft and treason for robbing Praxus of their fertility. I got away with my so called freedom because my house was rich. I was a source of shame, of course, but I cared even less for Crosscut’s honour than I did our progenitor.”

“I was wonderin’ if yer progenitor had a soft spot for ya,” Ricochet asked.

“Not in particular,” Barricade said. “When I was right, when Crosscut and I argued, it annoyed him that his heir was outwitted by a lesser mech. He was desperate to get rid of me but…”

“But…?” Ricochet asked.

“He did give me to a friend of his, a sort of trial run,” Barricade explained. “I strangled him with the chains I wore and he gave me back.”

“Fair ‘nough,” Ricochet said. “Mecha will try to court ya here, once they learn ‘bout ya. Ya got the right to tell’m to get scrapped. ‘N if they push it, ya got the right to make’m scrap.”

“Could to know,” Barricade replied. “We’ll see how that works in practice and not just in theory.”

“Wanna set the tone?” Ricochet asked.

He did not explain himself but let Barricade down to the arena where mechanisms where Straxus had staged gladiatorial matches. It would be used as a showcase in the coming mega-cycles for warriors from different clans to show off their metal. Ricochet considered where Barricade might most excel in scaring off opportunists. He knew Ori was already in a battle to convince Jazz to take responsibility for Prowl, there was no way he was going to be convince he owed anything to Barricade. It should not have surprised him that Barricade would make the choice for himself. He picked up a staff and jabbed it against the training drones power button. Ricochet was caught off guard, however and he stepped back, out of range and watched Barricade dance about the drone, scoring point after point with the simple training staff. Before long, they had an audience and he began to question if this was going to work how he had planned.

“A staff?” Ricochet asked, after waving off the audience. Barricade shrugged.

“I first trained with a broken broom handle,” he explained. “I was not going to be like my originator. I was not going to be helpless.”

“What else did ya train wit?” Ricochet asked.

“Knives,” Barricade replied. “Things that you’d find in any habsuite.”

“Ever learn to shoot?” Ricochet asked.

“No,” Barricade replied. “I was never able to get my servos on a blaster.”

“I’ll teach ya,” Ricochet said. “Just not here. Better they think yer a seasoned killer.”

“Are your framekin such savages?” Barricade asked.

“Less than yers,” Ricochet replied, without any heat. Barricade had a lot to fear. “Some’ll want ya ‘cause ya can fight for yerself, like Ori. My genitors fell helm o’er peds for ‘m when he walloped someone that got too free wit’m. Some’ll want ya ‘cause yer exotic ‘n it’ll make’em look more impressive than they are on their own.”

“I have no intention of going with anyone,” Barricade replied. “I will not be kept.”

“I believe ya.”

Punch appeared, somehow knowing precisely where to look, as he always did. From his grin, Ricochet thought he was pleased to see Barricade sparring with the drone again, this time using a small blade. It made sense what he had focused on training himself on. A broom, a knife, chain, these were all things that would be, theoretically, in his reach if he was sold off. While he had been largely free to live how he liked, he had been smart to train for the worst possible turn of fate for him. It occurred to him Barricade may not have resisted being sold out of Praxus. He knew the fate of receptive Praxians who ran from their “duty”. He would also have known different city-state had their own ways and he likely thought his chances better beyond Praxus’ border.

“Prowl would like to meet ya,” Punch said.

“How badly did you have to wear him down?” Barricade asked, unapologetically skeptical.

“Not at all,” Punch replied. “I don’t quite know what he’s thinkin’. He keeps his thoughts to himself. He might just want to see for ‘mself that yer safe.”

“Why would he care?” Barricade asked. “We’ve never met.”

“‘Cause he don’t wish his life on anyone,” Punch replied. “Ya might be good for’m. He’s been beaten so low I don’t think he remembers bein’ fierce.”

“My brother did the beating,” Barricade argued.

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