TomTord Oneshots

Six Feet Under

(A song fic shot requested by @mlpforever11.
I listened to the song and thought up two possibilities and decided on one of them that best fit what I was given: sorry if it's not what you had in mind.

Hope it's not too bad. I decided to mix my new style with my old style I used to use for songfics.

Oh, and, I have a small announcement at the end of the chapter. I suggest you read it. Other than that, enjoy the shot, I guess.)

Tom shifted a bit, rolling onto his back and looking at his darkened ceiling. It was the middle of the day, yet his room was dark. He had covered all of his windows, shut the door tightly, and turned off all of his lights. He didn't want to be bothered, he wanted to be left alone. Mostly due to the fact as to what has happened in the past week.
Since the group of three didn't like the idea of staying in separate apartments, Edd got a job and raised up enough money to buy them another house to live in. The three moved in quickly and things seemed normal except for the day before Tom locked himself up. Tord, their old friend, the one that had betrayed the group and blew their old house to ashes and dust, had somehow gotten ahold of their current address and had come back, begging for forgiveness. He explained why he had done everything that he did and told his old friends that he wanted a second chance. Tom was extremely reluctant, Matt had mostly forgotten the incident, and Edd had happily agreed to let Tord move in again.

At first, things seemed ok. Tord was a straggler and stayed in the living room, where he would sometimes talk to Edd or Matt or answer questions they had. Tom deliberately stayed away from his ex-boyfriend, not wanting to bring anything up. They had dated before Tord had official moved away and hadn't officially broken up, but the incident was a sure-fire way to make Tom think that Tord didn't love him anymore. So, with that, he forced his feelings away for good.
   Then, in the afternoon, Tord had gotten up and went to Tom in his room, trying to talk to him. He begged and pleaded with Tom to just listen to what he had to say, but Tom had slammed the door in his face in hope that that would turn the commie away. He seemed to leave, after a bit, and Tom stayed in his room from then on, up until now, when he hadn't gotten a wink of sleep in fear of getting dreams about Tord or the norski doing what he had a habit of doing before, sneaking into Tom's room at night to cuddle with him.

Now, Tom was still in his room. Sitting on his bed, bags under his eyes from not being able to sleep that night, and his hair spikes split and messy. He had multiple Smirnoff bottles around his bed, all empty now since he drank the night away to avoid thinking. He looked around, kind of bored, but not wanting to walk out of his room. He grabbed his precious guitar, Susan, and looked at her, sighing softly. Might as well practice a song or something, he thought. Maybe it would help him vent his frustrations and feelings out. He tuned the guitar a bit before strumming, smiling softly when the strum sounded like an actual guitar cord and not a painful mass of noise. He started to strum gently, the melody he was playing being soft as he knew exactly what song he was going to play.

   "Help... I've lost myself again.. but I remember you." Tom began to sing softly, strumming a very soft melody at the beginning of the song. "Don't come back, it won't end well.... but I'd wish you'd tell me to..." Tom closed his eyes, letting his fingers guide his strumming as he just tried to relax himself. At least he was singing a song that could relate to him at this moment.
"Our love is six feet under, I can't help but wonder if our grave was watered by the rain... would roses bloom? Could roses bloom? Again?" He continued to sing, a few memories coming into his mind. All the times that him and Tord got along wonderfully, all the times Tord had acted completely romantic towards him, promising that he would never leave him.

"Retrace my lips, erase your touch, it's all too much for me. Blow away like smoke in air... how could you die so carelessly?" Of course, his last line of the verse didn't mean Tord dying. He was singing about how their love was dead in gone, how both had pushed their feelings away when Tord moved away and stopped contacting Tom for severe years, only to come back and betray his love again.
"Our love is six feet under, I can't help but wonder if our grave was watered by the rain. Would roses bloom? Could roses bloom?" He sang, thinking for a moment. Maybe he meant those words. Maybe he wanted Tord's love back, for them to be ok again. He didn't know exactly.
"They're playing our sound, laying us down tonight, and all these clouds crying us back to life... but you're as cold as a knife." He decided to compare that bridge with the memories of Tord coming back, seeming like he wanted to fix them and be together again finally. Only to stab him with the cold knife hat was his heart when he launched that missile, an insane look in his eyes, with the full intent on killing Tom.

"Six feet under, I can't help but wonder..." Tom breathed out heavily, forcing back tears at everything. His strumming slowed and he wiped one of his eyes before going back. "I can't help but wonder... if our grave was watered by the rain..." He sang still, not hearing footsteps walking down the hallway, stopping outside of his door. His strumming slowed down.
Tord stood in front of the doorway, listening to the soft strums of Tom's guitar and his broken singing, sounding like he was about to cry. The norski flinched, knowing the exact song that he was singing. He stayed on the other side of the doorway and decided to sing the final lines to the song loud enough for Tom to hear him.
"Bloom, bloom, again." Tord sang and Tom jumped in his spot, rushing to the door to tell Tord to fuck off. "Help, I've lost myself again..." Tord kept singing and Tom threw the door open to look at the norski. His expression was mad, tears starting to come out of his red as his expression softened. "But... I remember you..." Tord sang softly, trailing off afterwards. Tom gulped and looked up at him. Tord blinked and looked back a him.

"Thomas, please... let me talk to you... you know I still love you. Let me make things right. Please." Tord muttered, his voice barely a whisper. Tom wiped his eyes frantically to get rid of any tears and sighed.
"... ok."

  

(Alright, so, with that done, here's my announcement. Oh, and sorry if there were any mistakes.

For those of you who don't follow me, pay attention to my feed, or don't read my update book, I'm sliiiightly getting out of Eddsworld.

I've been in this fandom for more than a year now and that's a huge feat for me, but I don't plan on leaving completely anytime soon. My entire profile is built around it and I just love the series too much to give up on the fandom so easily at this time. I'm staying in it, again, I swear.

But, I have another shot book for my other main fandom, if you're interested in checking it out.
I know I don't self-advertise at all anymore but I'm doing this because I think the fandom I'm working with will let me write more serious stuff and I want people who like my writing style to join in and read it or request stuff.

If you want to check it out, it's a Slenderverse shot book on my page. Cover is a bunch of the Slenderverse symbols combined together.
Right now, until I get requests, I'm mostly writing about Jaylex because I'm comfortable with writing Alex and Jay out and plus I like it a lot next to TomTord and another ship I'm not gonna mention here.

But, yeah. I'll try to be active on here and there so, if you're a Slenderverse fan, I highly suggest to check it out.

Uh, see ya.

Requests are still open here, btw.)