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Tommy’s cheeks were beginning to hurt from the consistent smile he had on his face. The panel was reaching an end, and despite having the time of his life, Tommy couldn’t help wanting to collapse onto the comfy couch backstage.
Just the thought of the soft material had caused him to cave in on himself so slightly.
”Alright! I think we’ll be taking in a few more questions before heading out.”
Jacks voice pulled him out of his daydream, groans of disappointment scattered around the room from the crowd. Tommy had an idea.
Grinning, he snatched the microphone. “Don’t worry ladies, you’ll have enough time to see Tom Simons later on.” He winked. Jack tore the microphone from his hands, a look of playful disgust written on his face.
”Get the fuck off of my stage! Go, get!” Tommy collapsed into a pile of giggles, legs wobbly as he stood and waved to the crowd. “Goodbye, my beloved chat!” And with that he disappeared behind the curtain.
Well, not without sticking his finger up at Jack on the way out.
Tommy, a soft smile still resting on his face, made his way over to the couch and dramatically fell backwards onto it. He let out a sigh of relief.
“Hey Tom.”
Tommy’s eyes shot open, violently flinching and sitting up quickly. Will Tommy ever admit that he let out a high pitch screech? No, never. But Purpled will never let him forget it.
"Purpled?! Oh my god you absolute dick'ead!" Said blonde doubled over in a coughing fit, trying to catch his breath.
“Oh my god you should have seen your face-“ Purpled wiped the built up tears from his face, and Tommy held a hand to his chest.
When he saw Purpled doubled over, the most familiar yet strange laugh sounding out, he couldn't stop the heat forming on his face. Purpled was still laughing, so much that he collapsed onto the couch next to Tommy.
Butterflies bubbled in his chest. A sudden feeling formed in his stomach as the man sat near to him. The want for him to be closer was building up, swarming his mind as he felt his face relax.
Tommy gazed at the man with a captured look, his thoughts becoming jumbled and hazy with the need for the other blonde to come closer. Laughter continued to ring through his ears.
To Tommy, it’s beautiful in all ways shape and form. It’s sudden, and loud — and it has Purpled folding and holding at his stomach, eyes crinkling shut as it tumbles past his lips, the slight wheeze when he breathes in between giggles.
Finally, it’s come to a stop. Purpled takes a few to catch up with his breaths, there are tears in his eyes and his cheeks are stained pink. He leans back, holding his side and breathing heavily.
“You just got gotten, that is so embarrassing, so very embarrassing.”
”Shut up, man!” Tommy replied, with no malicious intent behind it. But he seemed quiet.
When he opens his eyes to find Tommy staring at him, eyes soft, relaxed, and painfully silent, immediately Purpled tilts his head to the side, as if asking him, what are you looking at?
Tommy realised, Purpled’s laugh isn’t quiet and giggly like Karl’s, or soft like Ranboo’s, or contagious like Tubbo’s or Quackity’s, or comforting like Wilbur’s or Niki’s, it’s a blessing.
In all of the time Tommy’s known Purpled, it’s rare he has the luck to hear it. Although now, witnessing it in person was even better. Therefore, a blessing. Tommy would go as far to say it’s one of his favourite sounds-
“Penny for your thoughts?” Tommy recovers, blinking rapidly and looking down to where Purpled’s holding a quarter in his palm. Tommy snickered.
“As if it’s useful to me.” He took the quarter anyways. Purpled smiles, shuffling so he was closer to Tommy’s side. Tommy looked up, making eye contact with the man next to him.
The butterflies were back, crawling up his throat, and for a second he forgot how to breathe. A shaky exhale.
”So, you gonna tell me?”
Tommy swallowed, harshly, and he struggled to find the right words. It’s 2 simple words, and yet they mean a whole lot more. One deep breath.
“You’re handsome.” It was quiet, meek — Tommy hoping it wasn’t loud enough for Purpled to catch.
Purpled raised an eyebrow. He replied instinctively, “I know.” Tommy scoffed.
Now, Purpled was good at masking his emotions. That comes in handy when the rather common occurrence happens when a person he dislikes comes up and attempts to talk to him. What? He doesn’t like people.
So when those words come from the man sitting next to him, he doesn’t know how to react.
All he’s aware of is the hot blood rushing to the tips of his ears, across his face and down his neck. Tommy was in a similar situation.
God, you stupid fuck. Now you’ve gone and messed it up. You’ve made it weird. You had one job, and you failed.
His breathing stuttered, the need to pick at his finger nails overcame him. It stung, and he’s sure he’s drawn blood, but he was too focused on the embarrassment flooding his body.
”Hey, don’t do that.” A hand pulled apart his fingers, not letting go. It was only when Tommy looked at that hand he realised Purpled’s right was intertwined with his left.
His breath caught in his throat for the second time in five minutes.
The butterflies were becoming nauseating.
”Tommy, look at me?”
Purpled’s voice was soft, no indication of him making fun of Tommy. Either way, he refused, staying silent and fixating on the hand holding his.
”Please?” Purpled shuffled closer, making the cushion cave. Tommy dipped forward slightly, still not listening.
That was until Purpled’s other hand came up and held his chin, softly guiding Tommy to face him. “Hey..” And Tommy finally gave in, slowly looking up at Purpled.
A third time, he lost his breath.
He’s so close.. oh my prime what do I do? Help me Lord — please, if I die, burry me with my many wives and play buttons.
Purpled’s thumb rose, pressing lightly and dragging Tommy’s bottom lip down. His mouth had never been more dry, his stomach has never been so positively disturbed.
”Tommy?”
His stare was mesmerising.
“Yeah?”
His voice was quiet.
”Can I kiss you?”
For the fourth time, he lost his breath.