TordTom OneShots

Maniacal Romance

Asylum one shot. Literally love these types of TordTom fics

3rd POV
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Stacking up his papers, sat a therapist on his wooden desk. Labeled after his title, Dr. Thompson. He rearranged his glasses before he heard an announcement that called him into his boss's office. He sighs and stands up from his chair, leaving his room. Getting greetings from co-workers of the building. He quickly finds himself facing his boss's office. He knocks, "The door's open" called out the man who runs the asylum. Thompson walks in and is met with his boss, Edward Gold, "Hey Edd" Thompson greets, "Hey Tom. I have a new patient for you, you haven't had one in a while. I know you've been on delay, but as I said. We've found someone" Edd had informed Tom.

Tom smiled, "So when will I be scheduled to see them?" Tom asked, "At 2:30 pm, the class will last until 5:00 pm" Edd answered, "But be careful with this guy. Keep your taser close to you" Edd warned. Tom nodded, "Don't worry Edd, I've got this" Tom laughed out.

Time skip
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"Hey Dr. Thompson, we got you the asylum dweller" a guard told Tom, "You gotta stop calling them that. You'll make me start doing it" Tom sighed out, "Well then that's a good thing" the guard chuckled before him and 4 others threw a man onto the office door before it shut closed. "Hello! I was informed you would be here" Tom welcomed looking at the files of information given about the man, "Tord. Am I correct?" Continued Tom, "You can call me anything sweetheart" the man known as Tord had bluntly cackled out. Tom stared at the man embarrassed for a while until walking to sit next to him. He's pretty sure non of his patients have ever 'flirted' with him? He removes the thoughts enough from his mind to continue the session. "So, mind telling me something about you that you'd like me to know?" Tom asked, "Well. There's some.." Tord trailed off. He quickly pins Tom to the couch, Tom's eyes grew wide in shock.

"I'm not like others baby~ be prepared"
Hummed out Tord, he stood up from the red faced therapist and started to walk around the room. Tom postured himself shockingly embarrassed, but then reminded himself that he needs to get to helping this man.

Tom sighs and signals Tord to sit down next to him. "Yes?" The maniac had questions smirking. "I need you to explain to me how you were taken here" Tom started off. Tord hummed, "How abouuut, you tell me about yourself first" "Bu-" "Ah ah ah~ I won't trust you if you don't" Tord insisted.

Tom had sighed and began, "Well. My first name is Thomas, but I'd rather be called Tom. My favorite color is blue, I like to play the guitar. And I guess that's it?" Tom questioned specifically himself after giving that short summarization of him. "You got a girlfriend or a boyfriend hun?" Tord bluntly asked, "No... I don't...."

What the fuck... I'm getting asked that by a maniac.

Tom quickly thought to himself as his face felt warm again, "Well then. Guess I need to talk about myself" the maniacal gray eyed man whined, "I am Tord Lawson. I am a mentally unstable hotty who is the leader of the Red army yadayadayada you already know that shit" Tord rambled out quite quickly, "I was found in a bar with my pals passed out after drinking a coupl' shots and playing Russian roulette. Well, I took about 5 shots." Tord snorted after stating that, "But now... Here I am, in an office room with the hottest therapist I've ever seen in my life" he flirted sticking his tounge out and winking at Tom.

Man, this guy will be a lot to handle...

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"You better believe I'm a lot to handle sweetie, just like how much you couldnt handle it when I was on top of you~"

"Don't read my mind you maniacal fuck boy" Tom replied back