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[noctuascion]

A lil’ late to the party but I’d love to see your take on: "please hug me, i really need it." (though it was listed as a fluffy prompt there’s some hella potential for angst there imo 👀)

Yessssssss,,,,, "Please hug me" is the saddest and fluffiest sentence of all time I love. Ty for the prompt !!

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A sigh of frustration was heard within the confines of a yellow-oriented room, the sound of sparking equipment following suit.

Elliott had been working on improving his decoy deployment in the field. He can only send out one for so long before it vanished into thin air. However, things weren't going as planned, and now the decoys took longer to send out, which was not what he wanted.

Perhaps there was a busted component somewhere, a data chip fried—maybe even one of the conductors blew. Whatever it was, it was infuriating, and, though he never let his anger take hold of him so easily, he could feel it roll off of him in spades. He decided, after electrocuting himself for the fifth time, that it was time for a break before he permanently damaged his hands.

He pushed himself up from his desk and moved to exit his room. Park was out at an interview, something he had begrudgingly agreed to go to (and by "begrudgingly," he means Park was so adamant in not going that he threatened to leak the manager's nudes onto the internet, to which he replied: "Go ahead. You're still going to that interview." Safe to say, the hacker was angry), so his option of talking to Park on the matter was out of the question. Natalie was busy with her own tech, so he couldn't ask her either, and Alexander was just asking for the usual "my technology is vastly superior; don't even attempt at improving it," so there was no point. Ajay was smart, but she was more acquainted with medicine and the like; she could repair D.O.C., but holographic technology was out of her range.

With a defeated groan, Elliott decided it was just best to wait for his boyfriend to come home. Bouncing ideas off of him would be more beneficial than just continuing fruitless attempts at repairing his tech. However, upon exiting his room, he was immediately met with something solid colliding with his nose, sending him reeling back and cursing whatever struck him.

He could hear Octavio laugh, and, once he reopened his eyes, he looked down to see a football on the floor.

"Yo! Nice catch!" the daredevil shouted, and, for once in his life, Elliott felt annoyed at his buddy. "I'd give it a solid seven, though."

"But he did not catch it at all!" Pathfinder, the robot standing beside the shorter male, said, screen showing off various question marks.

"He totally did. With his face."

Elliott shook his head and continued his trek to the kitchen. A snack was definitely in order, his mood only growing more and more sour as time went on. And it only continued to grow sour after he accidentally burned his food after looking away for what he swears was a second, after he stubbed his toe on that stupid table that he swears is moving on its own, and especially after he got some rather nasty comments from some angry fans that were displeased with his last performance.

He was sore, hungry, and emotionally and mentally exhausted. His nose was bruising now, too, which was just awful. He didn't know if concealer could save him this time. His tech was still on the fritz as well—twenty-five seconds to deploy his next decoy…

Tired hazel optics snapped to the door when he heard it open, seeing his boyfriend finally enter, looking a bit tired and just finished with things overall. But he was here, and Elliott immediately felt himself feel better.

"Hey, I'm ba—what happened to your nose?" Park asked, concern flashing across his features, as Elliott slid out of bed, crossing the room as quickly as his body would allow.

"No talk. Just hug me—please."

Although Park was a bit surprised to be so suddenly pulled into an embrace, he didn't hesitate to return it, the other's arms wrapped tightly around him, his face buried in his shoulder. His hand reached up to run through the holographic trickster's hair, soothe his worries with the touch he seemed so fond of.

He could tell it was a bad day. Elliott seldom didn't want to talk, rarely resorting to quiet affection. He liked to talk, liked to hear about Park's day and elaborate on his own. He didn't push, though, knew Elliott was just venting his frustrations through the only way he knew was best: embracing his lover, indulging in the awkward but sincere way he held him.

Park didn't mind. He liked Elliott's hugs anyway.

#apex legends #crypto #tae joon park #mirage #elliott witt #cryptage #lenardo does a write #haha gay #i love… they… hdsjjsjw #i hope you enjoyed;;; #i loved the prompt so much ahhh