TomTord Oneshots

Tomsworld shot

(Requested by @DABOOMDOTCOM.

I may close requests because I have so many to do now. Plus, my tablet is broken and not charging so I can't listen to music like I used to. So, shots will be a bit harder to write since I can't put on appropriate music for writing and that's what gets me to sit down and finish a shot in one go.
But, whatever. Let's just get into this shot. Again, it may be short, and I apologize for that, I've been having a depressive episode all day. I'll try to get another shot done by the end of the day but, idk, I kinda just want to relax.)

   Tom was 100% done with Edd and Matt, at this point.

  He was sick and tired of their constant fights and bickering, which mostly just consisted now of them calling each other faggots from across the room until someone threw something and the other ran over to the one who threw a vase or a phone or some shit like that and fight them.
   And Tom was sick of it. He didn't like to see his friends fight and argue and it made him insane, if he wasn't already insane from the shit that went down in that house on a daily basis.

  But, there was some bad news with that. And that would be that Tom didn't know how the hell to stop Matt and Edd from fighting. He barely had physical strength and couldn't exactly break them up like he used to: probably because he never knew when his insane commie friend would carry his purple bombs on him that could trigger at any given moment.
   So, instead of stopping the fight or yelling at the two, he just locked himself in his room for a while.
   Eventually, the other person in the house, Tord, got worried about his friend. He knocked on his door a few times, never getting an answer from the Brit.

   At the end of the day, Tord knocked one last time.
   "Tom? Are you in there? Come on, you've been in there for hours." Tord called through the door, ignoring the sound of Matt and Edd screaming at each other from down the hallway and a few things being broken. He shook his head and knocked again. "Tom?" He called his friend's name again and stopped, listening, his ear pressed against the door to hear any sounds from within.
  And, after a moment, he could hear something.

  Muffled crying came from the other side, presumably from Tom. Tord slid down the door a bit and listened, determining that Tom was sitting against the door, back against it, crying. Yeah, Tord wasn't a complete idiot if he could figure that out. The narcissist knocked again, right behind where he though Tom's back was.
   "Tom, I can hear you. Open up, buddy." He called through the door again, and he heard he crying stop. The door slowly opened and he stayed on his knees, settled on the ground. Tom seemed to do the same, staying on the ground, but reaching up to turn the doorknob and open the door. He poked his head out and Tord looked at him, head tiptoed. Tom had his black eye contacts out, revealing his true blue eyes that he had. Tord smiled a bit at that and sat back on his feet, looking at Tom as he wiped his eyes, disappeared for a moment, and showed back up once he fully opened the door, the contacts back in place. He crawled out of the room as Tord leaned against the doorway. The Brit sat next to him, leaning against him, and buried his back into his black overcoat. Tord wrapped an arm around his friend as he heard soft crying come from him again.

  Tord has guessed that Matt and Edd were walking around the house as they argued, only to be proven correct when the two enemies turned down the hallway Tom and Tord sat in, still bickering over probably nothing. Tord glared at the two as Tom snuggled closer to him, causing the norski's grip to tighten on Tom's blue hoodie.
   "Hey, Edd, Matt." Tord called out, his voice kind of strong. The commie and he Jehovah's Witness stopped and looked at Tord, confused.
  "What?" Edd finally asked, shoving his hands into his dark green hoodie pockets.
  "I suggest you two leave for a bit. Talk shit out. You're tearing Tom at the seams, he hates seeing you two always fighting. So fucking stop or go somewhere else, I don't want Tom breaking down again." Tord huffed, his voice surprisingly strong, much like it was before he blasted himself with a memory eraser gun that Matt had built. The two enemies stood there in shock before Edd huffed and turned around, walking towards the living room and the front door. Matt watched, laughing.
   "You're seriously going to chicken out? That easily? Hah, weak!" He called to Edd, who glared at the other over his shoulder.
   "Yeah, because I fucking care about my friend. And, if you weren't lying when you came back and said you would care for us more, I suggest you follow me. Or I'll rip your fucking scars open." Edd growled and walked out of the door, leaving it open. Matt huffed and followed the other, close the door behind him and looking kind of defeated. Tord smiled a bit and looked at Tom who was now looking up at him, shocked.

  "What?" Tord raises a brow before Tom snuggled back into the shoulder of his black overcoat.
  "Nothing... I'm just surprised you stood up for me like that..."
  "Anything, Tom." Tord shrugged a bit and hugged the smaller male closer.

(I was thinking about adding EddMatt in here a bit but that was impossible so I didn't.
I could do a part two EddMatt version on my other shot book if people want it, tho.

UPDATE: The EddMatt part is out on my other Eddsworld shot book. It's kinda long but I like how it came out, tbh. I may do a part two for that, too.)