c!Goldenboys!

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A/n I've had this idea for so long, just never wrote it. GOLDENBOYS MY BELOVEDS! Anyway, triggers: depression, panic attacks, loneliness, suicidal thoughts.

Takes place when Tommy is running away from exile.

My heart was pounding a-thousand-times-per-second, but I kept running. Running away from Dream. I couldn't stand being here anymore. Being treated like trash. Maybe I deserve it, I don't even know anymore. I see a house in the distance, so I go towards it, banging at the door.

"Please let someone be home..." I whisper, knocking again.

"What is it?" A person wearing a purple hoodie stands there, waiting for me to respond.

"Can you please let me in? I'm getting chased, and..."

"Why would I want to get involved?"

"Please..." my voice fades out. I'm cold, and tired of everything.

"Fine, come in." I enter.

"Thank you a lot, you didn't have to do all of this for me, I know I'm probably a burden. That's all I am, anyway."

"You're not. I've been pretty lonely lately, and have been wanting a friend, so you're not bothering me. Your name is Tommy, right? Mine's Purpled." I nod. Purpled gives me a smile.

"Pronouns?" He asks.

"He/they, yours?"

"He/him."

"Nice."

He sets up the fire, and I sit there, warming up. We later make food together, laughing and actually being happy for the first time in a while.

"Tommy, I want to tell you something."

"Yeah, Purpled?"



















"I'm aroace."

"Really? Pog, me too!"

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