(A/N: Btw suicide and self-harm tw I guess?? It won't go into much detail, but it'll still be mentioned)
(New sidenote 2017: You might cut yourself on all of this edge, be careful)
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The Norski huddled in the corner, still a bit tipsy. "Wha?" he repeated, clearly confused.
"You literally didn't respond to me AT ALL when I tried contacting you.. I thought you were actually going to commit suicide.."
"Tom-.. I'm sorry.." Tord choked, burying his face into his hands. He felt his neck exposed momentarily, and he quickly pulled up his sweatshirt. Tom caught the action, sitting down next to Tord.
"Tord. Show me your neck."
The small Norski raised his head, his expression the one of someone who was caught red-handed. "C'mon." Tom ordered, reaching out his hand. Tord grabbed it, guiltily guiding it to his neck. He pulled it down slightly, revealing a fresh cut. Tom sighed, pulling his hand up to Tord's cheek.
"Commie, you fucking idiot." he muttered.
Tord closed his eyes, sighing ruggedly. He was brought into an embrace by Tom, trying to confort him. He accepted it, limply pressing his head against the Britt's shoulder. "I'm sorry.." Tord shuddered.
Tom didn't respond, instead he just stroked the other's hair soothingly, playing with his brunette locks.
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(A/N: Sorry for the short chapter! -▽-
I put this off a little bit due to my schedule)
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Drunk on Love (Tomtord)
Fiksi PenggemarThis is based of a roleplay my friend and I did! Updates may be delayed, and I'm incredibly sorry for that! I'll try to update a chapter every week, if possible. (First fanfiction on Wattpad :"D) (Credit to Fuckboytom/Princeofmints/tentacle-feast on...
