tomtord oneshots/story ideas

not bad

there he was.

that tan-skinned, pearly-toothed, silver-eyed son of a bitch.

in other words, tord larsin.

tom's crush since getting to college.

everyday was the same. tom got to class, stared at tord, and went back to hide in his dorm and... well, dream about the norwegian.

what if tord loved him? what if tord noticed him? yes, please.

tom snapped out of his thoughts and looked up to the front of the class. he jotted down some notes, gaze wandering over to tord a couple rows down from him. the brit smiled softly and ran a hand through his hazelnut hair, his dark orbs lidded.

eventually the teacher dismissed them. tom packed his things, grabbed his backpack, and headed out towards the small coffee shop on campus nearby.

tom pushed open the door to the cozy shop, the smell of coffee luring him in further. at the counter was a scruffy-haired brunette, his electric green eyes shining as they always did.

"hey, edd." he greeted his best friend.

"hey tom!" edd smiled. "so what'll it be? the regular?"

"the regular." tom confirmed. as he began to pull out his checkered wallet, he was stopped.

"it's on me. i'm almost on my break, too; we could hang out and talk."

tom smiled warmly and let out a small chuckle. "cool. thanks." he shoved his wallet into his back pocket once again.

he walked over to his regular seat: a booth in the corner of the room that pressed against a large window. tom sat down on the right side and turned his head to gaze outside at the people walking by. edd finally got to his table, holding two steaming hot mugs and sitting opposite of tom.

"how was class?" he asked before sliding the blue cup to tom.

"it was fine," tom looked down at his drink and tried blowing the steam away, only for it to waft back up in his face.

when tom looked back up, edd had an eyebrow raised and a look in his eyes that seemed he was expecting something else. "and...?"

"and..? that's it." tom blinked twice in confusion. realization hit him like a bus, his cheeks flushing a dark red. "oh. oh." the room became 100 degrees hotter. "y- you mean tord? uh, nothing happened with him, and you know that. he never notices me."

edd groaned and rolled his eyes before slamming his hands down on the table, some coffee spilling from the rim of his cup. "you gotta make a move or else nothing'll happen!" he exclaimed.

tom took a sip and shrugged. his tongue tingled from the heat of the drink. "it'll never happen, okay? he's way out of my league."

"don't think like that!" edd scolded. "you just have to.. get his attention, y'know?"

"yeah, but-"

"edd! your break's over!" a female voice called from over the counter.

"sorry, tom. we can talk about it at the dorm." edd smiled and gave a small wave, leaving him and his untouched coffee.

tom sighed solemnly and glared back down at his own drink. he got up, slung his black backpack over his shoulder, and walked out.

his eyes were fixed on the sidewalk below him as he walked with his hands in his pockets.

suddenly, tom bumped into something tall and well-built. he stumbled backwards and looked up, breath being caught in his throat once his eyes met with beautiful silver ones.

"oh, i'm sorry," tord apologized. it was obvious he had been distracted by his phone since he had it in one hand. "didn't see you there."

"...yeah." tom managed to choke out. he felt his heart pound heavily in his chest.

tord's eyes widened slightly, recognizing tom. "hey, aren't you in my sociology class?"

"uh.." tom silently cursed himself for being so flustered. "yes." he nodded curtly.

"nice." tord flashed a smile, his teeth practically glowing. "talk to you later, then. bye, um..."

with a jolt tom realized he wanted his name. "t- tom."

"tom." tord repeated as if to remember. "i'm tord."

"i know."

"what?"

"i- um- i mean- because of attendance," tom recovered quickly. an embarrassed blush littered his face. "yeah. sorry."

"oh, pfft, right," tord laughed it off. "i forgot. well, see you tomorrow, tom!" he continued walking past the brit.

"bye." tom whispered shyly. first time talking to tord. it hadn't gone as badly as he'd expected, despite him having barely talked at all.

he smiled stupidly and walked forward, holding in a lovestruck giggle.

not bad, tom.

not bad.