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holymultiplefandomsbatman · 3 years ago

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Running From The Truth || Young Noah Imagine

Young Noah x Reader

Summary: You are important to Noah. Noah is important to you. But because you care about him, you deny your own feelings for him, even though everyone can see very clearly that you love each other. (Especially Jonas. And he won’t shut up about it.)

Words: 3.6k

Warnings: fluff, a tiny bit of angst, mentions of being physically able to do something (twice), kissing

Requested by: @langdonsluxiouslocks

Request: Okay so, I loved the one u just wrote, really really sweet 🥺💗

When you have the time (again, no pressure) could u write another one? Also fem!reader x young Noah but this time like how they started dating? Maybe Noah being uncharacteristically romantic to try and impress reader but she was kind on the fence about dating? Something sweet cause I just loooooove young Noah and I need more of these.

Thank you so much lovely ❤️

Ok so, I literally wrote this while procrastinating an assignment. Idk how it happened but I wrote this whole thing down pretty much in one go, oops. But idk, it just kinda happened (and I was in my feelings). And when it came to the Noah-Jonas friendship, I stand by the opinion that we were robbed of more content, and any chance I get, I will write about them because I love them. I hope you like it! :)

My inbox is open if you wanna read more Dark stuff. Just drop in some ideas! :)

Also @bowieandqueen11 because I feel like you might like this. Appreciation for our boy!

It started about a month ago. That was all you could say about it, really. About a month ago, life had become really, really weird.

You didn’t like the change that much. A month ago, Noah had started… Well, flirting was probably the most accurate word.

Noah had started flirting with you.

At the beginning, you’d been able to laugh it off, but now, it was becoming more and more difficult to deal with.

You liked Noah, you really did. He was your best friend - one of your only friends in the ranks of Sic Mundus. You might have even developed a crush on him. But you had only admitted that to yourself so far, in the safety of your room where nobody else could hear you.

Which was why this new development threw you off so much.

You were used to Noah being affectionate towards you. That included hugs for greetings and goodbyes, kind words to cheer you up, and many other things.

Recently, however, these affections had become more intense, and you couldn’t keep telling yourself anymore that Noah was doing these things just because. That he wasn’t interested in you.

No matter how much you tried to deny it, it seemed like it was obvious that you cared about Noah differently than as a friend. Other travelers had started commenting on it, in a joking manner at first. But soon, that shifted to shock about how the two of you weren’t actually together.

That was almost worse. The shocked reactions made your hopes a possibility, made them seem realistic instead of just childish dreams. And no matter how much you tried to tell yourself that you were imagining things, it started happening more and more that people commented on your friendship with Noah.

It had led you to become doubtful.

It wasn’t like you disliked Noah. He was your friend - best friend - and due to your crush on him, you would’ve loved it if people were right and he was actually interested in you.

Unfortunately, your past relationships hadn’t worked out well, platonic or romantic, and one of the reasons you’d joined Sic Mundus was to get away from those past experiences and have a fresh start. You’d been happy in the ranks of Sic Mundus. You finally had a task to complete, you’d discovered a sense of purpose. You mattered. Sic Mundus had given your existence meaning.

And then in strolled Noah with his stupid lopsided smirk and his kind words, and managed to throw your whole world upside down in the blink of an eye.

In the beginning, you hated him for it, for the control he had over you just by looking at you, how his smile could brighten even your darkest days.

Then, that hate had subsided as you became friends, and it had morphed into a caring softness for Noah – your best friend.

And now… You weren’t quite sure how you felt about him now.

“Hey, Y/n!”

You turned your eyes towards the sky, trying not to groan in agony as you heard Noah’s voice. The universe seemed hell-bent on torturing you recently, didn’t it?

“Y/n!”

Noah’s steps echoed behind you as you lifted the heavy basket in your arms, letting out a huff as you did so. You prayed it wouldn’t fall. Because if it did, Noah would act all helpful and would try to carry it for you, because he was just kind like that. You weren’t ready for that right now, not with the underlying yearning you’d felt towards him recently.

The basket slipped from your hands.

You let out an explicit curse and hurried to pick up the logs that had fallen onto the grass.

You weren’t fast enough.

“Hey, Y/n! Need some help?”

You didn’t even get the chance to say no before Noah bent down to collect the fallen logs. He didn’t put them back into the basket, instead even taking some more logs out and piling them up in his arms. He shot you a smirk and you almost dropped the basket again after just having picked it back up.

You bit back a playful insult. You just couldn’t stay mad at him, it was impossible.

Even though you were perfectly capable of carrying those logs yourself, thank you very much.

Noah just started talking while the two of you walked back towards the houses, as if he wasn’t carrying half of what you’d barely managed to drag behind yourself earlier. He told you about something stupid Jonas had said, the story leading him to laugh so hard that he almost dropped the logs.

You just shook your head, smiling to yourself. Noah was just an idiot sometimes, but he was your idiot, your friend, your stupid person that mattered so much to you.

Your walking speed slowed down over time, since, even though Noah was doing a lot of hard work in the mines, the logs were heavy and did impact him quite a bit. You offered to take them from him again, to maybe carry the basket together, but stubborn as he was, he refused.

This idiot. Your idiot.

At least you wanted him to be.

You bit back an annoyed sound, unsure of what that sound would have even ended up being. A huff of air maybe? A heavy sigh? A growl under your breath? You didn’t know, and ultimately, it didn’t matter anyway.

“You know,” Noah told you in his usual, casual voice, “they’re having this festival in town next week. We should go. I’ll take you with me, you need some time away from here!”

You couldn’t help the frown that spread over your face. “A festival?”

Noah paused, looking at you with what was probably a mix of surprise and disbelief. “You haven’t heard? Everyone is talking about it, even the people from Sic Mundus!”

Your frown deepened. Why would anyone tell you about the festival? Noah was literally your only friend at Sic Mundus, after all, so why would anyone even talk to you, period?

You weren’t like Noah, who had at least found friends in Jonas and Elisabeth. He was rather quick to make friends - or rather, casual companions. If they stayed long enough, they had the potential to become friends with him. Noah was just mistrusting of people sometimes, and it often took a long time for someone to prove themself to him.

How you had ended up gaining his favor and his friendship was truly a mystery to you.

“Come on, Y/n! Come with me to the festival, please. Some time away from here could really help you relax for once, and it would just be one evening anyway. Please?”

You rolled your eyes, not wanting to look at Noah because you were sure he was giving you that look again, the look with the big doe eyes that you could never resist. Eventually, he’d always get what he wanted from you, and he knew it damn well.

“Okay, fine! I’ll go with you, damn it!”

Noah jumped happily into the air, causing all the logs in his arms to fall right onto his feet. He let out a few curse words, his voice high pitched from the pain. But even that couldn’t erase the happy smile on his face.

Noah had spent every moment he could in front of his mirror for days before asking you, practicing facial expressions. He’d wanted the question to sound casual when he asked you to come to the festival with him, as if it were just two friends going to hang out to have a good time.

Because that was what you were, after all. Friends.

Noah hated it. He’d always felt a different kind of affection for you, one that had never been purely platonic. It wasn’t how friends were supposed to think about one another, not that there was anything that was supposedly just platonic that romantic partners weren’t allowed to think about, or the other way around.

Wait.

Had he really just referred to you as a romantic partner?

Noah buried his face in his hands and muttered a curse. He really was hopelessly taken with you, wasn’t he? Jonas had been right. Damn him and his smart words and the fact that he could read emotions so well. That he could read Noah so well.

Damn Jonas and the knowing smile he always shot into Noah’s direction every time he offered to help you with something. Damn the ways Jonas could call him out so easily whenever Noah denied having ever done anything for you that could be considered romantic.

Damn him.

It was as if Jonas had a whole list in his head of romantic occasions regarding you, that he could read aloud to Noah at a moment’s notice. And the bastard kept that damn thing up-to-date, too.

“So, you asked Y/n on a date, I hear?”

Case in point, once again.

Noah wanted to bury his face in his hands but he decided not to, not wanting to give his friend more ammunition. He looked up at Jonas who was just strolling into his room as if he owned the place.

Well, technically, he did.

“Yes,” Noah mumbled, not even bothering to argue that Jonas had called it a date. There was no use in starting an argument he wouldn’t win, anyway.

Jonas grinned at him as if he knew there was something Noah wasn’t telling him.

Damn him, again!

“And…? What did Y/n say?”

Jonas was now legitimately grinning, just that stupid teasing smile without any hidden agenda or any secrets, just amusement.

Noah rolled his eyes and turned back towards his mirror, looking himself over once again. He’d spent way more time than usual trying to pick out an outfit today - even though he’d vehemently deny it, should anyone ask.

“You know what Y/n said, otherwise you wouldn’t be here bugging me about it!”

Jonas just smiled sheepishly in response, as if he’d been caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

Noah really wanted to be annoyed with him, but as much as he tried, he couldn’t do it. So, he just reached out and shoved Jonas’ shoulder with a huff and a small smile.

Jonas raised his hands, now grinning even wider. Noah hadn’t seen that carefree look on his friend’s face in a while, and it really suited him. He had to smile as well, just glad to see his friend so happy.

Even though he was being a royal pain in the ass.

Noah turned back to the mirror, pushing an invisible strand of hair to the side. Tonight, everything had to be perfect, and that included his look. Finding the right outfit had taken forever, and then even longer to clean it and get the stains out of it. Leftovers from his work underground, where he was building the damn tunnel for Sic Mundus.

“Are you done staring at yourself in the mirror?”

Noah’s head shot around so quickly that he felt dizzy afterwards. Jonas was still grinning, and no matter how happy he was that his friend was smiling for once, he would end up hitting him again if he kept this up.

“You’re lucky I don’t have anything to throw at you right now.”

Jonas only raised an eyebrow, his grin slightly lopsided now, having almost fully reached teasing territory.

“I mean… you have your shirt.”

Noah paused for a moment, slightly caught off guard by the comment. Then, he shot his friend a grin that was a mixture of amused and threatening.

“If I hadn’t picked this out especially for tonight, then I would, trust me. I’d strangle you with it, too, just to shut you up!”

Jonas just laughed, not fazed by the words at all, even though he should know that Noah would make that threat reality if he pushed him too far. Friends or not, he would end up getting a mouthful of fabric.

“You wouldn’t dare.,” Jonas just commented, still grinning, “That outfit took you ages to find, didn’t it? You wouldn’t risk getting wrinkles into it, not tonight!”

A second later, Noah had him in a headlock that squeezed the breath out of him with ease. Jonas gasped for air, hitting his friend’s arm to show he was surrendering.

Noah held him like that for a second longer before he released him. He turned back towards the mirror to check his hair once again.

Jonas coughed, attempting to get the air back into his lungs.

“That’s not the move you should pull tonight to make Y/n breathless,” he commented, his voice sounding strained.

Noah’s eyes widened. He caught Jonas’ gaze in the mirror, seeing how he was smiling while still struggling to breathe. Noah slowly turned around, his eyes narrowing at his friend.

“You never know when to shut up, do you?”

Jonas just let out a yelp before he started running, with Noah right at his heels.

You walked another round through your room, your shaking fingers wiping invisible wrinkles out of your clothes. You knew you were just nervous, and yet it was as if you’d combust once you stopped walking. You needed to get rid of the restlessness somehow.

A knock on the door had you almost jumping out of your skin. You hurried over to open it, your heart in your throat.

It was just Jonas, who smiled at you with a kind expression.

“I shouldn’t tell you this, but I know you’re nervous, so I’ll do it anyway. Noah’s on his way, don’t worry. He’s spent the last ten minutes in front of the mirror because he’s scared and he wants to impress you.”

You blinked at him, shocked by his words. You’d never really been acquainted with Jonas before, you just knew he was friends with Noah. But after this, maybe that would have to change. You’d really underestimated how kind Jonas was.

“Thank you, I… I don’t really know what to say. But thank you.”

You shot Jonas a quick smile, hoping it came across as genuinely as you meant it.

Jonas smiled back. He carefully touched your shoulder for a moment, having waited for you to nod your agreement before he did so.

“Noah really likes you, Y/n. You don’t have to worry about anything.”

Steps echoed through the hall, and Jonas quickly waved at you before he ran for the hills, making sure Noah wouldn’t catch him with you. You grinned to yourself as you carefully shut the door behind him, making sure the sound wasn’t too loud.

A few minutes later, there was another knock at your door, this time a lot softer and more careful than Jonas had been before. You smiled to yourself, butterflies erupting in your stomach as you opened the door again.

After what Jonas had said about his friend spending a lot of time in front of the mirror, you’d had some expectations for how he was going to look.

Noah surpassed those expectations tenfold.

He was wearing one of his favorite shirts - which you knew simply because it was one of your favorite shirts to steal from him and he had complained about it once. The color matched his eyes perfectly, and you wondered if they were truly shining so brightly or if it was just your imagination.

With the shirt, Noah was wearing a pair of black pants, rather simple, but you always told him he didn’t have to one-up himself all the time. Noah being himself was what you wanted, since you liked him just the way he was.

Apparently, Noah had listened to you for once.

He was smiling at you, a soft expression that made you weak in the knees.

“You look amazing,” Noah told you, his voice soft and so low that you’d almost missed it. It had been barely above a whisper, after all.

You smiled, spinning around yourself once just to show off your outfit. “Thank you! So do you!”

Noah did a spin as well, making you laugh. But he smiled warmly at you when he stood still again, offering you his arm.

“Thank you. Shall we?”

You just closed the door behind you and nodded.

“We shall.”

The festival was a lot more fun than you’d expected. Given your company, it shouldn’t have surprised you, but it kind of did. Being in Noah’s presence just made everything better, no matter what it was, and the festival was no exception.

Tonight, however, Noah seemed to be extra focused on making the evening a fun experience for you. He bought you some candy, for you to happily munch on as you walked, and he even accepted a piece when you offered, stealing the candy from your fingers so fast that you barely felt the touch of his mouth against your skin.

Barely.

Noah also appeared to be hellbent on winning you a prize from one of the arcade counters. No matter how many times you told him you didn’t need one and that you could get yourself a prize on your own, a plushie or whatever object it was - which was true and he knew it - Noah just didn’t let up. It wasn’t until he actually managed to get you a plushie that he stopped trying.

You just shook your head at him, hugging the plushie against your chest. It was nothing special, just a little donkey with button eyes, but you knew you’d treasure it forever.

“Thank you,” you said, only a little grumpy.

Noah smiled at you brightly, and really, how were you supposed to be mad at him when he looked at you like that? How??

“You’re welcome.”

He offered you his arm again, leading you further along across the town square where the festival was stationed at. Your eyes kept wandering over the lights, the sound of people talking echoing in your ears.

You felt someone looking at you, and when you checked, you caught Noah staring. Usually, he’d look away in these situations, but this time he held your gaze, kept looking at you without saying a word.

You slowed your step until you were standing in the middle of the market, your head tilting to the side in a question.

“What is it? Why are you staring at me like that?”

Noah shrugged, a bashful smile spreading over his face. You would have missed it if you hadn’t been looking at him.

Noah stayed silent for a moment longer, just smiling at you, before he finally answered the question that made your heart race in your chest.

“You’re just beautiful, that’s all.”

To be fair, his response did nothing to slow down your heartbeat.

Your mouth opened and closed slowly, no sound leaving your lips. You could feel heat rising to your face as you just stared at Noah, his words having truly stunned you into silence.

Noah slightly nudged you with his elbow, his smile slowly slipping. Worry snuck into his adorable expression, and you hated that he was becoming anxious. You never wanted that, especially not because of you. You wanted him to be happy, always.

“Y/n?”

Even Noah’s voice was shaking as he said your name. A small, nervous smile appeared on his face, but it fell again just as quickly as it had appeared, barely a twitch of his lips.

Your heart was still racing, heavily thundering against your ribcage. This was it, something inside you decided, the moment to find out if you were alone with your feelings for him or if Noah felt the same way.

“Do you mean that? That I’m beautiful?”

Your voice was shaking in your ears, just a little bit. You hoped Noah didn’t notice it.

“Yes.” There was no hesitancy to his answer, no doubt in his words. Noah answered quickly and truthfully, and it had your head spinning.

At that moment, you decided. You said Screw it! with your whole chest, bidding your past experiences goodbye. They didn’t matter anymore.

But Noah? Noah mattered, more than anything.

You took a few steps to close the space between the two of you, before leaning forward and kissing Noah on the lips. He froze against you for a second, before literally scrambling to wrap you up in his arms and return your kiss. You had to grin against his lips, and you could feel him smile as well, pulling you even closer against his body and softly tilting your head with his fingertips.

The sounds became background noise, even the screaming of the stallholders or the loud crying of a baby nearby. None of them mattered.

Noah easily overtook your senses. All that you could feel, smell, breathe was him. His lips were soft against your own, and the pure love in his kiss took your breath away until your head was spinning.

You eventually had to pull back to breathe, Noah still holding you in his arms. No matter how much you wanted to kiss him again, you couldn’t, not without risking that you might actually faint. Instead, you let your head fall forward until it rested against his shoulder.

Noah grew very still in your arms, but only for a moment. After a second of surprise, he wrapped his own arms even tighter around you, holding you against him in the softest hug you’d ever experienced in your life.

And right there, in that moment, it felt natural to finally admit it, to whisper the words into Noah’s ear.

“I love you.”

Noah looked at you with a smile, so soft and bright it melted you, before he pecked your cheek.

“I love you too, Y/n.”

There was no more running anymore now, for either of you. You’d reached your destination in each other’s arms.

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