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Requested by: Internally-Dying

I really love your name

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As always as ever, you were in your room doodling on a peice of paper. The boys don't really mind as much, but Tom has been a different story.

All you would ever do was go outside and eat, maybe even talk for a little while. Other than those, you were shy. Often you get bullied about it as a loner, nobody, no-life, any insults that could be used for an introvert. Of course you were affected. It hurt.

Tom has always been there for you. Using words to help cheer you up whenever you're down. Something along the lines of;

'Don't worry about it, (Y/N). If those people ever hurt you then they will never see the light of day again.'

'Are you alright? If you ever need my help then don't be afraid to ask.'

'I'll always be there if you need my help. I will never let them hurt my (N/N).'

'You can tell me anything. I won't judge.'

The list goes on. He really does know how to cheer you up. And for that exact reason, you love him. It's really cheesy but that doesn't stop you.

As your pen flows within the paper. You think about him. Sure, he was weird at times. But appearances never appeal. It's the personality. A prickly cactus on the outside, a soft teddy bear on the inside. You chuckle to yourself when thinking Tom could be an actual soft teddy bear. You know full well you'd get that.

The door makes a soft click making you slightly jump. Turning around, you saw no other than your crush, Tom. You smile warmly as he smiles back. Not long enough, you get back to work. He sits on the edge of the bed, across from your drawing desk, and takes out Susan.

A couple of minutes pass by, and the two of you were at peace. Tom softly strums Susan as you were working on another doodle to pass the time. What were you drawing? Tom and you snuggling with each other.

(Okay I can't help but say "breathes of the fangirlism". I'm really childish I'll continue writing now-)

It wasn't really hard drawing Tom since you literally have a whole folder dedicated to drawings of him. Getting out your color pens, you fill in the drawing nicely. Proud of your work, you lift the peice up and admire it more.

You weren't aware of it, but Tom had a clear view of the peice. He was blushing pure red as you chuckle to yourself. He clears his throat and you turn around, confused.

He points at the drawing and you immediately realized. Now having the same blush as he has. You hid the picture under your drawing desk as fast as you could, slamming the desk closed afterwards, and you bury your head on said desk.

'Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! How can you not remember he was there!? You're fucking dead!' You thought to yourself. Not realizing it, you were balling your eyes out. Tom stands up from the bed and comes over to you, putting a hand on your shoulder.

Hesitantly, you look back, your eyes glossy from all the crying. Tom gently cups your cheeks and pulls you in a sweet kiss. Slowly, you melt within the kiss and kiss back. It lasted for a few minutes, until you both pull away from each other.

"(Y/N).. it's okay. You don't have to be ashamed." He reassuringly says and smiles.

You take a gulp before saying, "I-I know I shouldn't but... y-you're just so good a-and.. I j-just love you so much that I..." At a loss for words, he once again, gives you a sweet kiss, but a little bit rougher than before. Okay, scratch that, it was heated. You slay your hands behind his neck and he puts his hands behind your waist pulling you closer, both actions deepening the kiss alot more.

You let out small muffled moans as Tom searches every inch and part in your mouth. After going on for an hour, you both pull back and pant heavily. Tom cups your cheeks once more as he warmly smiles.

"Just know how much I love you, (Y/N). I will never forgive myself if I ever lose you." You smile back at the brunet. You stood up and flopped on your bed soon after. You pat a spot beside you, offering Tom to join. Happily, he laid down beside you as he inches closer.

Wrapping an arm behind your waist, you wrap an arm over his torso. You buried your face on his chest, his scent overcoming your sense of smell. Smirnoff and.. Blueberries? Since when did he have blueberries? Eventually, you both were in a comfortable silence as you slowly lulled to sleep.

Today, was a great day.

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OkaY, so some parts may seem rushed?? Idkk. This is my first ever time making a story/one-shot thingy with introverts soooo;;

Hope y'all like it anyways ;w; I triedd