TomTord oneshots

✨tabacco and tears✨

note: every lyric line is a timeskip

Tom placed a cigarette to his lips. With an inhale, warm smoke filled his lungs. He would say he craved this, but it was more of an aftertaste of what he truly needed. He pressed his earbuds into his ears and let the music consume him.

Tobacco and tears
I'm drowning in my fears
I wake and bake every time you disappear
yeah I'm burning out my lungs
cuz you're never gonna give me your love
your love

Tom woke, eyes flickering open.

Oh, what a nice dream it had been. Kisses laid upon every inch of his skin, that dorky grin on his lover's face.

Tears started to slip out of his eyes.

Seven months since he became single, but he can't quite get over it. Will he ever?

Probably not.

He always said he'd never fall in love—he was too smart for that.

Now, whenever somebody asked about it, he'd just smile and say, "We were just friends."

The first person he ever loved.

Oh, but it was his fault, of course. He wasn't interesting enough. He didn't try hard enough. In the end, he wasn't enough.

Dated four months then you kicked me to the curb
Maybe I'm too stubborn and it's what I deserve
Thats what I tell myself so I sleep at night
Cuz only for love I would put aside my pride

Tom's heart jumped through his chest.

He shouldn't be stalking his old friend's Instagram. He was a stalker. A filthy fucking stalker.

It only made him feel worse.

His ex had a new partner. Tom couldn't tell if they were platonic or not, because it's how his ex treated him, but it was also so very flirty. It could be either or.

Of course his ex found someone new. He should've been smart enough to see that coming. After all, wasn't that an easy reason to leave him?

Now you're fucking girls with gages and doc martens
Mission baes with tapestry in their apartment
Shoulda learned my lesson
I thought that I was smarter
guess that I'm a product of a crooked man's daughter

Tom opened another pack.

This was his second one today.

With shaky hands, he flicked the lighter on. He pulled it to the cigarette before taking a puff and tossing his lighter to the side.

He needed this, almost as much as he needed his ex.

My ashtrays looking like Kim K
Piling up the butts till they fade away
But they always come back
Cuz I buy another pack
Oh, I, Oh I
I'm a masochist
Puffin on some cannabis

Tom's heart wrenched.

His ex was only becoming closer to their new partner.

He wanted them. He wanted them so bad. He wanted them and only them.

He'd never get them, would he?

He puffed another cigarette.

Torturing myself cuz I wanna be your one and only bitch
Call me desperate
Baby I'm ok with it
I'm your biggest stan
So I'll take what I can get

Tom kneeled in front his ex. A piercing silver eye stared at him, oh, so judging. His ex's lover stood beside them, whispering things into their ear.

It scared Tom. His ex looked so menacing, so dangerous.

And so Tom lied.

"You two look cute together."

I say with a straight face, sitting by the bay
Acting like I'm happy that you found a new me
You won't know I'm lying
your ego is blinding

His ex took a step closer, and Tom cowered and shrunk. The light accented voice murmured, "Look at me."

And so Tom did.

A glint of a knife flashed from the corner of his eyes.

A sociopath but I still feel invited I've never kissed ass for anyone
Oh I'm head over heels, oh I feel so dumb

A scream escaped Tom as the knife drove itself into his eye. He tried to pull back, but a robotic hand held him still. Black started to dot around his vision in front of the blood welling from his eye.

But I'm afraid to lose ya
Guess that I'm a loser
Rolling round town in my Audi with a user

Tom woke the next day, unable to see.

He reached up and touched the bandages around his eyes.

Huh. He'd probably never see again.

I quit my job

And so, Tom agreed to work for his ex if they gave him his sight back. He did get it back with a visor. His savior always looked at him with such a warm smile but cold, cold eyes.

He let them experiment on him. They discovered his monster form. His ex liked to call him 'puppy,' and when they got pissed at him or got horny, they referred to him as 'bitch.'

And I bought you a dog

Tom kept doing favors for his savior. No matter how dirty, how gross, or how perverted, he would do them. He just wanted to be loved.

So I use him as leverage
Just to try to be your favorite

Naked and wrapped in bedsheets, Tom watched as his sex turned their back on him. Literally. He couldn't help but want to laugh at their situation.

Who the fuck is still cool
With their ex-girl

He got a piercing thought.

They probably never loved him.

Even if your love was never true

But Tom would still stay.

From the passenger side

He would always stay.

I'll look back at you

Fuck wattpad won't let me un-italicize this, thank you shitty website, this is why I love ao3 more
anyway
song: tobacco and tears
is this cringy??? oh fuck yeah'!!! but I've had this song stuck in my head!!! FOR THREE FUCKING DAYS!!!