❥ tordtom oneshots《

tord can be dominant, i guess.

this has been in my drafts for a hot minute, so even if i said im on break, im trying to publish a few pieces of bullshit.

rewrite of "tord can be confident?!" the only people who responded to my question (since nobody checks my wall) said i should rewrite it instead of delete it. i wanted to delete it because it honestly made me feel like shit. the fact that some people find amusement in mocking me for typos from literally more than one year ago as your entertainment baffles me. the comment section on that smutshot really fucked with my mind. the amount of mistakes i made were humorous to you guys, it seems.

thanks guys, really appreciate it. not speaking to everyone reading, so dont feel bad from my sarcasm.

it really bothered me how out of character i made tom and tord. er, at least tord. it also really bothered me at how i get shit upon when i was literally a fucktard kid, but whatever.

edit from sep 19th: LMAO I REMEMBERED I STARTED WRITING THIS AT 3 AM A FEW WEEKS AGO AND I WROTE "BKELFIDES" INSTEAD OF BESIDES AND "EDD QUICKLY FLASHED A NERVOUS GRIN TO THE MALE CLAD IN PIZZA" WHY AM I SO FAT MFW ToT

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"This atmosphere is, uh.. hey Tord, your turn! Truth or dare?"

Edd quickly flashed a nervous grin to the male clad in red. He started to sweat, Matt's dark glare burning into the poor boy's skull. Edd fucked up—a bit, however, it was anything but an intentional trigger—but he was trying to be nice! He made Matt take off his piercings, hood, and write self loving things on the mirror he gave Matt. Said boy planned to break the mirror when this stupid game was over; shit was dumb.

The Norsk froze, lips pursing in thought. He didn't enjoy the spotlight. Not one bit. "Erm.." His eyes darted across the room, coiling back as all his pals stared at him.

"Truth," he murmured softly.

"Ooo, okay, why don't you ever brush your bangs out of your face?"

He paused. "I like it like this, I guess,,"

Edd huffed. He wanted to hear something cool, like a Dipper or Harry Potter scar kind of story. 

"Okay. Tom. Truth or dare?" Matt spoke up for once, his glare softening, eyes moving from Edd to the other Brit.

Tom beamed, giggling. "Dare! I'm no wuss!"

Matt and Edd gave each other a quick, brief glance, eyes locked for a millisecond before darting back to Tom. "7 minutes in heaven with Tord. Right now."

Edd grinned; they both wanted their ship to sail. Besides, neither of them would actually do the dare. They'd probably chill the entire time, surely. Right? ..Right?

"I'm sorry, what?" Tord bolted up to his wobbly feet, mouth swept open to protest.

Matt perked up and purred smugly, "hey, hey, all is fair game in Truth or Dare. You heard Tommo, he's no wuss, right?"

All of them turned to Tom; the small man stared back at them with confusion tugged on every muscle of his face. "Tordy, what's that..?" Oh my god, this guy can only know so much about sex. He got up with pleading eyes, "I want to know what it is."

Tord's face lit on fire as he stared at Tom, already starting to sweat in feverous anticipation and anxiety. What a mix. "Tommy, I don't think-"

"Nonsense, come on guys, to the closet!" Matt grabbed a hold of the two, dragging them to the storage closet down the first floor's hallway, expression still remaining sly. Tom glanced at Tord and frowned at his antsy fidgeting paired with his restless face. Was it really that bad? Two people, alone in a closet..? Unable to leave 'heaven' for 7 minut—