Behind the Masks (Ranboo X Reader) (Soulmate AU)

Ch 15: Crash

You were on your way to Tommy's place with your hand slowly bruising as you walked. You knocked on the door taking a sharp breath. The door opened and you gave a small nervous smile at the one answering the door. "Hi Mrs Simons, sorry for the late visit."

"Don't worry about it sweetie, now get inside before the rain starts," she said, ushering you into the house.

You watched Tommy rush downstairs and hug you, "you okay? You need a drink? Food? Some one to listen?" He let go and saw your hand red and starting to bruise. "Fucking hell, I'll get you ice."

"I'll get the ice, you two head upstairs."

You sighed a little in relief, "Thank you Mrs. Simons, so sorry for all of this."

"I'm fine with you dropping in, just try not hurt yourself. You're like the second child I never had," she said and walking away, "stay the night, I'm not sending you home with this weather."

"Come on, let's get upstairs and talk," Tom said guiding you to his room. "You look like you're about to cry and scream," he whispered so nobody would hear.

"Well I did punch my wardrobe..." You joked with a quiver to your voice.

You entered his room and sat on his bed. He grabbed a shirt that was laying around and and wrapped your hand for a makeshift bandage. He gave you a side hug afterwards and just stayed there. "Why'd you punch your wardrobe?"

You gave him a look, telling him how stupid of a question it was. "A certain conversation topic turned into a screaming match. I walked out, punched my wardrobe and escaped here." You looked at the wrapped hand, hearing the words replay in your mind.

"This is just a hobby! This is a waste of your potential!"

"I supported you because it should have been a phase. This is because of those friends of yours, enabling this behaviour."

"Don't keep lying to them, you get to act like the fun, supportive parent while I get treated as the harsh one. You don't like that they're not going to compete with your friends' kids."

Tommy's mum had handed over the ice pack and left you both be. Tommy had draped a blanket over you while just sat there in silence. You felt a tear start to stream down your face. Then another, and another until you were crying rivers from the replaying words.

"Just let it all out," Tommy whispered to you in reassurance.

"It just hurts hearing they don't truly support me." You contorted into the fetal position. "I've been doing it for years, why couldn't they just accept it?"

Tommy got up from his seat and went to the corner of his room where his keyboard stood. He brought over the board and layed it in his lap. He started playing random notes in a cheery manor. "Your parents suck, you are so talented, fuck your parents," Tom sang in hopes of cheering you up.

"I appreciate you trying to help. Reminds me of Freddie from years ago. He did a similar thing but instead of parents it was directed at you," you said trying to dry the slowing tears.

"Great minds think a like, but he had a fair reason to say it. I will admit I was kinda a dick back then..." Tommy said, regret dripping from every word.

You pulled the keyboard over a bit to you so you could have a little more access. You played a few notes over and over again. You were entranced playing those notes again, trying to fight the harsh words still attacking you. "You know, there's a perfect song to kinda describe our past to now..."

Tommy smiled and pushed the keyboard more to you so you got a wider reach. "Play it then, let's hear what is to be our song then."

You just kept you hand on those few notes. "I'm not sure you want a sad song to be 'our' song."

"What'd they say that's really affecting you right now? You usually do a lot more than 5 notes for sad piano playing," Tommy asked replicating the same notes in a different octave.

"I'm a disappointment. Music is a waste of my potential. That my friends are bad influences on me," you admitted not even trying to hide the truth. "Maybe I should stop just to make them happy..."

The dramatic and horrendous sound of Tommy slapping his hands on the keyboard made you jump. "Don't give me that shit. You're huge and over a million of people love you and your music. You are far from a disappointment. Your parents can think whatever they want, call everyone 'bad influences' because we support you, but you are incredible in everyway. Now play me our song, I wanna learn it."

You stopped playing and listened to Tommy. You closed your eyes and breathed before hugging Tommy. "Thank you. Just, thank you..."

"You don't need to thank me, I'll always be proud and support you."

You stayed like that and wiped the few stray tears that fell. You started the same few notes from before and concentrated. "It's a called 'Crash' by a band called 'You Me at Six'," you told him before adding more notes to make help translate the song to piano nicely.

You lightly sang along, feeling the replaying words fade and memories of Tommy coming to you. You felt tears coming all over again but this time it wasn't anger or disappointment, it was sad yet happy feeling and remembering the past you both share.

Just crash, fall down,
I'll wrap my arms around you now.
Just crash, it's our time now,
To make this work second time around

Oh crash, fall down.
Just crash, fall down.
Just crash, fall down.
Just crash, fall down.

You finished the song and went back to playing the simple few notes you. You couldn't help but smirk at the irony as you played, playing music was the only escape to a fight about you playing music.

"It's a good song, and I can definitely see why it'd remind you of us..." Tommy stated, mimicking you once again.

"Platonically, of course," you quickly added, although it wasn't really needed.

"Well no shit, you're too much of a sibling to even consider that." He gave you playful nudge to help lighten the mood which, in all honesty, it kinda did.

"I've been sitting on singing that song for, I wanna say three-ish years now," you said, face contorting into a heavy thinking expression. "I thought it'd be cool for it's debut to be spontaneously live one day."

"Well on a technicality, you did do it live spontaneously," he responded in a  matter of fact tone. You rolled your eyes as he chuckled. "When you play it live, you need to tell me so I'm there, whether it's in the crowd, side stage or accompanying you on piano."

You let out a breath as a slight chuckle came out. "You're fucking crazy Simons, but thank you. I'm glad I can count on you."

"Any time MASQ," he said giving you a side hug. "But you can't call me crazy here, you're the one who punched your wardrobe."

You wanted to slap the boy for ruining the moment but you held it by shaking your head. You stayed the night (not like Tommy's mum would even consider you leaving) and moved from sharing the blond's keyboard to his PC where you ended up talking with people on Discord as they had started a game night. You let yourself enjoy the moment, one of your best friends right next to you, people you had grown to call friends, stupid jokes being flung about helped almost completely distract you from the fight hours ago. You didn't want to, but you were constantly switching from Tommy's word to your parents'.

How long have they not been supportive of you?