a tomtord story 18+

chapter 1

tom was in his room as usual, asleep at 2 pm. he usually stays up way too late either scrolling his phone or hating himself and drinking. the rest of the house was awake, tord in his room doing god knows what and edd and matt in the living room watching tv. to them it was very usual that tom wouldn't even be awake by now and that tord would just be doing his own things.

tom slowly starts to wake up immediately followed by irritation and sense of hollowness. if he could he would sleep forever. but he just sighs deeply as he rolls over in bed and opens his eyes to see his room. messy. clothes, cans and plates everywhere. he sighs again feeling unmotivated to get up as usual. but after a moment of just staring at his room he finally slowly sits up in his bed and stretches. he gets up out of bed only wearing boxers. he needs get dressed. he scans the floor for a shirt and picks up a checkered t shirt. he smells it and decides its good to wear and puts it on. he sighs again realizing he needs pants too because of his thighs, because of the old and new scars on them. ugh, why does he do this to himself? whatever. he scans the floor again for shorts, landing on a pair of black shorts. he puts them on checking that it hides all his scars. it does so he starts walking out of his room to get something to eat.

everyday feels the same for him. just get up, eat, do nothing useful and sleep. but he tries to push all his bad thoughts and feelings away for now since he's not in his own room. he walks into the kitchen to see no one there. he opens tge fridge to see what he could grab to eat. he stares for a while trying to figure out what to eat. as he's lost in thought he doesn't realize tord has also decided to leave his room qnd has walked into the kitchen. he snaps back to reality as he hears tord groan at the sight of tom. tom immediately knows tords walked into the kitchen. he decides to speed up so he can get tf outof here as quickly as possible. he pulls out ham and butter from the fridge. he decides that hes gona make a sandwich. as he puts the stuff on the counter tord speaks "ofc you're here the exact moment i decide to come here" he sighs, he doesn't say anything. he grabs some bread and start making his sandwich. tord just starnds there impatiently waiting for his turn to make some food. there's only room for one person in this small kitchen. "can you be more slow?" tord speaks again. "you don't fucking own this kitchen you know that right?" tom says back at tord as he finishes his sandwich and goes to put back the stuff in the fridge.
"whatever." tord just says crossing his arms and leaning on the doorframe. tom closes the fridge and grabs his sandwich and goes to leave as he sees tord just standing in the doorway blocking the entrance. tom looks at him annoyed
"now you don't want me to leave? make up your damn mind." tords looks at me and rolls his eyes still not moving
"what?" tom speaks again
"what?" tord responds just trying to be annoying
"what do you mean what?! can you fucking move so i can leave?!" tom says now getting really annoyed. tord looks me up and down, wtf.
"idk can i?" he says smirking as tom realises he's just trying to be annoying
"what are you? fucking five?" tom says taking a bite from his sandwich looking pissed as he decides to just start eating in the kitchen as tord clearly wont let him leave. tord just looks at tom for a while before speaking again
"i think you should take a break from eating so much-" he saying snorting at his own joke, just trying to make tom mad now, he didn't actually care about toms weight. tom looks really mad now, he doesn't say anything as he tries to brute force his way past tord but tord acts quickly and blocks the doorway even more not letting tom out.
"where you going? we're having a conversation" tom stops trying to get past tord for now as he sighs deeply with furrowed eyebrows
"why tf do you care what i eat or how much i weigh?!" tom says almost shouting.
"wow! struck a nerve there!" tord says almost pleased with himself. tom growls
"shut the fuck up! why are you so fucking annoying? why can't you just be fucking nice for once?!" tom says getting really mad now. tord raises his eyebrows and arms tauntingly acting like he's scared just to be more annoying
"wow there! calm down!" tom tries to compose himself as he sighs again.
"can you fucking move." tom says more as a statement than a question.
"hm...idk...can i?" he says smirking a bit thinking he's being hilarious. toms had enough he just wants to go to his room and eat his breakfast and this fucking dumbass wont let him. he's so fucking pissed rn. he pushes tord out of the way with his free hand feeling his claws dig into tords side as he does so feeling a hind of worry as he pushed tord out of the way and practically runs to his room. fuck. fucking fuck fuck. he cant lose control that easily. he cant have anyone knowing about his stupid curse.